My forearms are incredibly sore from golf lessons. Yup, I've taken up golfing, simply because, like bowling, it doesn't require ridiculous amounts of athletic ability. My instructor says I'm better than the average beginner, so maybe I've discovered a hidden talent. Maybe if I can sharpen my skills enough I'll join the school golf team. My grandma's gonna start taking me to the driving range so I can practice before my next session. It's actually kinda hard, getting the right stance and swing and wrist movement and whatnot.

My feelings have been hurt. Last night my group of friends went out to our normal restaurant and for whatever reason decided to exclude Judd and me. I've been dying to go out with friends. What justification could they possibly have for not inviting two members of the normal group? I think some apologies are in order here. Judd and I are gonna go out Monday if his mom allows it and not invite everybody else. I'll of course try to get Brittany to come, but if she's busy, we're gonna do something else this week. Probably just the two of us. Alone. By ourselves. An opportunity to reveal my feels. Oh god.

I have horrible time management once summer starts. I stay up until four in the morning, browsing the internet and listening to music, and then sleep in until one in the afternoon. Not healthy. I've done nothing productive. At all. No poetry, not enough time with friends (though there's a bit of an improvement over last summer), and no real job. I am a lazy, worthless vegetable. I need to get off my lazy ass and do what I wanted to do this summer. I'm gonna make it happen. I wanted to exercise outside, write better poetry, chill with my buddies. Just get out of my house.

It shall happen.

I've been reading both Oliver Twist and Les Miserables (I hope the italics work; this is the first time I've bothered to use them and I am technologically impaired). They are both very good classics but they are so very, very long. So if you have the patience of an avid reader such as myself, you should go read them. Les Miserables is a book that rambles into historical information that isn't entirely essential to the story, so skipping a few pages won't hurt. I love that even though it mentions religion and God it doesn't stray into the preachy zone, although during one of Victor Hugo's ramblings he does say that atheists, in choosing to be atheists, give themselves no real reason to live, basically. Unless I misinterpreted. But really, it's awesome.

Oliver Twist is just super depressing but somehow readable at the same time. I watched the movie once and I can't remember if there's ever a time that Oliver gets to be truly happy.

Also, Marilyn Manson has a new album out. I listened to every song on iTunes and I gotta say, I was disappointed. Manson is a hero of mine, but I think his time is done. The only great song on the new album was its single, "No Reflection," which I listen to every day. Everything after Holy Wood proves that he's lost his spark. When Manson first began his musical career, he was shocking and controversial, new and exciting. The controversy and the shock value have died out and now his music is rather bland. There's just no edge to it anymore. Tragic, but he still made so many great albums.

I still feel a personal connection to him though, because when I was depressed and isolated, he taught me that it's okay to think differently and be an individual. He also taught me how much society can suck sometimes :P