Dear Die-ry,

It's been three weeks since I've started working at Subway. My sister is sick and I'm hoping I get sick too so I don't have to work. I hope to never have a desk job. Or work in the service industry. Ever again.

So, yeah. Doom is a fun game. Yay.

Dad's working on the tiling in the foyer. The house is starting to look a little less like a construction zone and more like an actual house.

My head hurts.

I've started a painting. About two weeks ago, a couple of friends where hanging out on a back porch of another friend's apartment. It was nighttime and I liked the way everyone was posed and the lighting. So I was all, "Yeah, I'm gonna paint that." I've gone over to his apartment at night so I can work on it. Had to stop for a little bit since the one who normally stays up the latest has gone to Vegas and I wanted the background to get completely dried. Never thought I would actually work on something outside of class. Especially a painting.

I was walking with a friend along the river. I looked down and found a four leaf clover. Take that, bitches.

This humidity is killing me. I hate living where I live during the summer months. shitsuxs.

I'm gonna go play on the internet for awhile and contemplate taking a shower. Have a good night, dev journal.

Yours truly,

Can