Summer's more than halfway over. Guess what I did.
NOTHING.
Okay, so I took trips to see friends, saw my grandparents once, started on summer work, and read a bit. I feel like a useless lump because I haven't gotten to see my grandparents, I've barely been drawing, and I've sat home on my bum and done nothing for two months. I hate doing nothing because I'm wasting my life and I know it, and yet I continue to content myself with vegetating. There's probably someone reading this thinking 'Yep, she's just right out of her little gourd', and they would be right. [insert gratuitous frustrated gibberish]