Okay, so I suck. I'm unreliable and immature. I caught up on this blog only to immediately fall two days behind. But you know what? I'm FOURTEEN, what the hell do you expect? Adults always say 'I was a kid once' but I think they forget what it's really like by the time they have them. How am I supposed to live up to someone's lofty expectations when I don't even have the attention span to write a paragraph every day, huh?

The old man is up to his old nonsense. He actually gave me extra summer reading. EXTRA! Like two books isn't enough to deal with and still have a life my last summer before high school! Agh! So frustrated. He says I'll never get into the Ivy League if I don't get a jump start now. How old do I have to be, exactly, before I can make a decision of my own?

~Jess~