Where's the rent go?

There's a good chance I'm way behind on this, but I just discovered it, and it's probably my new favorite video ever. Unless I like this one better. I can't decide.

Well, I don't have any good stories about raccoons, or any animals for that matter, really. My ducks are gettin' big already. And two of them got eated by some douchebag animal. Unless it just, you know, thought they were so cute that it had to kidnap them and is raising them as baby foxes or hawks or whatever. But seriously, nothing makes me happy quite like baby ducks do. I've been sitting outside to keep an eye out for other hungry douchebag animals, and sometimes I bring out duck food, and all the ducks, including mommy and daddy, will come up and eat out of my hands and peck at my feet and step all over each other trying to get their share, going "cheepcheepcheep", which is duck speak for "ZOMGFOOD". And they're just these precious little fuzzballs climbing into my hand and letting me pick them up and tilting their heads to look up at me with their little duckbilled smiley faces and it's just like, Holy jebus, you guys rock.

So, let's see, what have I been doing. I'm still jobless and I think I might take an art class or something so that I don't feel so bad for doing nothing with my life this summer. 'Cause, you know, I kinda like drawing. I have also been reading and kicking ass in Final Fantasy III. Socially, it's been a combination of having nice hangout time with nice friends, trying to talk sense into silly friends, and being boisterous at the beach with crazy friends. Which is good fun, believe me. (You know you loved my phone call.) And I love summery weather. So, it's a good summer for the most part. Maybe not like, ideally ideal - y'know, bickering family members, frustrating people, confusing situations...but other than that, thumbs up. Like, last week I snuck out at 11:00 to go to the diner with a few pals (as for the sneaking out, it was more like...not waking up my parents to tell them I was leaving). And I got the most amazing chocolate milkshake I ever had, but that's not the point of the story. I could not explain to the pals why I was cracking up over the following: Basically, two pals were arguing over how much salt should be put on fries. Pal 1 gets his fries and puts a little salt on them. Pal 2 says: "Haha. Salt 'em more." And that's...all I'm going to say about that.

And now I will leave you with a very thought-provoking fortune cookie I got last week: ":) A nice cake is waiting for you. :)"