I miss my hair, and my legs hurt. I don't know how girls can shave their legs all the time. My girlfriend suggested going on "temporary hiatus" the other night...I definitely don't want to do that. At all. My brother has the IQ of a moldy peach, and goes around calling everyone "nigger" and "negro" and I HATE him. I hate a lot of people I think. I think I really wish I could live on a big snowy mountain right now, with lots of free time. I want to write a novel and a play, both of which I have ideas for, but I can't bring myself to start them/continue working on them, because I've barely got much time left today as it is, and I've got homework to do soon, ya know? I have a blanket over my head because it always feels 10 degrees cooler up there than the rest of me does. I hate rambling and that's all I do. Even I don't want to read this stupid thing anymore.