Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips. 3OH!3. They're pretty good, like an American Hadouken! kind of? Maybe. The Red Sox just lost to Yankees. I mean, seriously, a minute ago. It's kind of depressing...they were ahead 4 to 2 in, what? the top of the 7th? Or something. Then they lost in overtime. Ugh. It's frustrating to be a Red Sox fan sometimes, but I was born into it, so I pretty much have to run with it. Hahah. Plus, once you've been to Fenway...well, it's contagious. I have an Ellsbury shirt, because the last game I went to he...beasted it up, basically. Yum. So I turn sixteen on Saturday. I'm not very excited...probably because I know with my advanced age comes greater responsibility? My summer, for instance, has not been relaxing at all, with driving lessons [do not try to learn how to drive a stick when you have BARELY been driving a manual ten months. Just. Don't. Do. It.], summer homework, volunteering, working, and planning a giant birthday party with two other friends. But fortunately, I get my license in a menial eighteen days, albeit only if I pass my driving test. Which I should, considering now they don't test you on parallel parking, though, incidentally, I am quite good at it. I've been reading "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" by Friedrich Nietsche. I was hoping it would change my life, but all it did was confuse me. I'm halfway through and I'm still not quite sure what's going on. I switch to the Tao Te Ching sometimes to cheer myself up.