i don't even know

I've been feeling all sorts of BLAH lately. I think part of it has to do with where we live. I really hate it here and I'm trying my best to make the most of it, but it's not working. It's hard to make the best of something when we're broke all the time and it's too hot to enjoy anything outside that might be free. My mom and brother just left and I had a good time while they were here. We went to the zoo and to a museum and... other stuff, I'm sure, I just can't remember it.

Chris should be home this weekend and hopefully he will actually fix the swamp cooler this time. It's been 90 degrees in my house for most of the month and he doesn't think it's a big deal, at least he didn't until I had a breakdown.

I miss Georgia, we spent so long there that it started to feel like home, and for someone who doesn't have a home that's a big deal. I want to go to the beach and build a sandcastle and see actual water. I never see that here, we have all the sand you could possibly ever want, but no water.

Well, I'm done rambling for now.