I love it when you sing to me.

This storm is something else entirely. Thunder shaking the house, almost violently. Lightning lighting the sky up like a strobe. It's insane.

I love storms. Except for when the house is shaking. I'm not exactly into that.

Oh, well. The storm's almost over. And I'm watching Glee. So life is good.

Couldn't write a word all day.

I'm dropping my math class after all. Thirteen credits is honestly too much for me to handle. I jumped from four hours of homework a week in high school, then tripled it over the summer. I've fallen too far behind to easily bring my grade out of failing range. I'll just take it again next semester.

What else is there?

There's a 90% chance that I have a date for next Friday. Hopefully he and I can hang out sometime next week before the date, but I won't hold any expectations for it.

And that's actually about it.

Exciting, eh?