Some days it's useless to even try.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry.

-Professor Gilderoy Lockhart

You know what else is a fickle friend? Weather. Yesterday, weather was nice and bright and beautiful. There were maybe two clouds in the sky, it wasn't too hot, and the sun was shining bright. That means that I could've gone outside, laid out, and attained a nice tan. Instead, i decided to stay inside and read because I was absolutely sure that tomorrow (today) would be the same weather. Today I wake up without looking out the window (as I always do.) I went downstairs and started to eat, then I read My Sister's Keeper while my mom, Nancy, struggled with the sprint store. Oh, she also watched HGTV (and still is) like she does every day and will until she's tired of it and ready to move on. Dad just came home and picked up Margaret's dog like a baby and is talking to us. Well, anyway, I was going to go swimming today but once we left the house we all realized that there is no sun in sight. There are dark, angry-looking clouds covering the sky which means two things. 1) I was very, very moronic yesterday when I thought that yesterday would be the same today. 2) The pool will be closed and I will not attain any tan today. So, I stayed inside and listened to mom argue with Sprint employees and I read my book. Eventually I got a text from my friend, Ryan, asking me to go over and spend some time with him.So I wait patiently until mom takes a short break from the phone and I try to put in a word. I ask, "mom, can I go over to Ryan's house for a bit?" and she replies with, "Oh, you're room isn't clean. You need to take care of that." So i spent some time getting out my anger and cleaning up my entire room. It took around two hours so I finally asked my mom a second time if I could go over. Her response was, "No, you can't go anywhere. Go get some groceries."Off I head to the grocery store to get ready for dinner. We'll be having some tacos, which I'm looking forward to. I've received numerous texts from a boy that I have been trying to ignore for a few days now, but he doesn't seem to get the point. That's very frustrating. Now I'm home from the grocery store, waiting patiently for dinner even though it's seven o'clock and my stomach is growling. I haven't showered in two or three days and I need to work out soon. Which I'm going to do. Basically, today is one of those days where getting out of bed really isn't doing you any good, because there's no point to your day. My plan for the night is to run on the elliptical, take a nice long shower, and then to eat dinner and relax in front of the TV under the blanket to enjoy a movie. My big problem though is that I ate most of my ice cream today and now the only ice cream left is the weird parts that I don't like to eat. HGTV is playing behind me and driving me basically insane, so hopefully the rest of my night will be a little calmer. Tomorrow should also be a good day because Julia and I are trying a detox diet that will flush out our systems so I'm pretty excited about that because my skin is falling apart. Anyway, have a good night.