Ah, so never made it to hot dog roasting and s'mores. I hung out with Jen and we watched a movie that turned out to be not so much of a good idea. We were both depressed afterward. (It was Elephant, by Gus Van Sant). Very well written, but we were both like "Um, pass the prozac" when it was over. Emily came over and ate half my blueberries. Jen was crabby. I'm sad. Zak made me cry two days in a row. It's not his fault, it's my moronic life. I have bad brakes. They say "uuuuuunnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhh eeeek!" when I stop. I don't think that's so good. I hung posters around town today (well, around Shelton) advertising the fact that I will help people move. Anything for cash. (not anything, actually...) I whine a lot. Maybe s'mores tomorrow.