Summer has been far too short.

But anyway, back to Wuthering Heights. I rented the 1991 (I think) movie version of it, the one with the long-haired Heathcliff, and I watched that today. And I, surprising, liked it. Really liked it. Dare I say that I relate to Heathcliff? 'Cept I'm not as sadistic.

Books are always so much easier to read when you relate to one of the characters. And usually there are ample amounts of characters in every book and one of them is liable to be related to me somehow. I think, of all ten of the novels that I had to read, I relate to one character in each one. 'Cept perhaps King Lear, which was just messed up -_-;;;... Gotta love the ripping out of eyeballs...

Orientation day is tomorrow at school, and seniors have to be there at noon. My dad is just dropping me off and then picking me up afterwards, because I fear there will be too many cars, you know, and I am paranoid about parallel parking.

It will be alright to park in the lot when school starts, though, because I get to school early enough that there are hardly any cars there, anyway.

I do not want to go back to school >_<. But it will be alright.

Gosh, I have to finish my college application essay... Perhaps I should do that tonight. Sigh. Atleast 300 words on what I wish to accomplish at the I of A. Um, new skills and a job. Now I have to lengthen that to 300 words. Pray for me -___-;... Nah, I am kidding. There are lots more things that I have in mind, but those two are the most obvious.

Ian's friend David is staying over at our house tonight. ...And he brought nothing with him. No clothes to change into, no anything. Do guys usually do that when staying over at a friend's house? Weird o_o;...