June 8th (technically June 9th)

June 8th, 2008. Sunday.

Hot.

Did I say 'hot'? I mean HOT. 98, 99 degrees.

Wait, there was humidity. Make that 201, 202 degrees.

I had found a book. Armageddon Summer. We went to the mall that day. For some reason, despite my hatred of reading, I got extremely wrapped up in this book and sat on the floor in every store we went to and just read. When I went home, I crashed in my room and finished the book. The heat was unbearable by 10:30 that night. My mom offered to let me sleep in her room, with the AC blasting, on the air matress since my sister was going to already. Eventually I agreed and slept on the floor for fear of melting otherwise. The next day, I woke up at 6:25, freezing. Apparently sleeping in the AC with Dance Shorts on makes you cold. Also, when just awaking from a dead sleep, your legs are kinda wobbly. Getting downstairs proved to be difficult and thanks to my shorts, I was able to see my pale legs stumble over each other.

June 8th, 2009. Monday.

Humid.

I went to school with a mad sore throat, reviewed for my finals then my best friend told me she thinks the Dixie Chicks are hot. She said Natalie's the hottest.

FML.