For some, reason, it decided last night that it wasn't important for us to be able to breathe, so as a result, it's extremely hot in my house, and no amount of fans is helping. The air feels so sticky and disgusting that we're considering going to the mall just to get some air. My dad has been trying to fix it for almost 2 hours, and seeing as it's still not working, I'm strongly inclined to say that it's not going so well back there. ... I WISH there was a raincloud over my head. At least that would provide some comfort.

So here I am, trying to distract myself and do my art project, but the heat is just too much and I can't really concentrate. My poor baby sister is walking around in just a onesie with her hair clipped back because it was starting to stick to her forehead.

... There's a stupid cicada chirping it's ugly little flat head off outside and it's really getting on my nerves that even in the blazing sun, it still has the urge to bother all of humanity.

Goodness, I hate those things.

And on top of that, I was just reminded by a friend of school schedules and mine is still all wrong, and I don't think there's any hope of fixing it until two weeks after school starts because the lady in the office doesn't like teenagers. I mean, I don't blame her; I would hate my job if I worked in the office too, but I don't understand how much paperwork there can actually be that they can't take 3 minutes out of there time and fix my schedule so I'm in the right classes. I mean REALLY.

So now I'm off to do research 19th and 20th century art movements. I hope you all are in better situations right now,