It's funny to me when people talk about how much they like being home or hanging out with their family over the summer. Being at home is mind numbingly boring. I work at a computer, I come home and eat, try to entertain myself on my laptop, then go to bed only to repeat the same process the next day. Those little blips of going to the movies with friends and such are the only colorful spots in a sea of grey.
Nine-thirty on a weekend and all my plans are over. I've been out with my friends already and they've all gone home. I made it home from the theater and no one was home. So what do I do? Get on my computer. Lame. Super lame. I am such a boring person. I could have more parties except that all the friends I try to invite don't reply or say that they are spending the evening with their family.