Who Needs Smiles When I've Got Buttons?

I spent yesterday and the day before that hiding from the sun in my room, being sick and wallowing in the pitiful state of my useles, unfruitful existence. It was quite stimulating. I thought about a lot that I'll never remember I thought of; read a few pages in the first Lord of the Rings book; and slept away most of the day, using my head-cold as an excuse. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. It was a pathos party with my Teddy bear(the teddybear for which I am and shall remain eternally grateful for. I wish it were socially acceptable to go around hugging my Teddy bear all day... I think it would be really nice). I didn't take a shower all day. I stayed in my pajamas. It was gross. My hair was greasy. Really greasy. I might be a little less ashamed of it, had I not just come back from a three week vacation which mostly involved sitting and sleeping in a car, and not exercising in 4 weeks. (disclaimer:not complaining about vacation! Chastising self for laziness) I hate summer. But this is not summer's fault. This is my fault. I have no goals. I'm hardly doing anything with my life, or investing in my future beyond the bare requirements of day to day school, when I have it. I barely even have a passion. Don't people usually know their passion by age 10, at least? ;P I'm just going to wake up someday to find a zombie staring back at me from the reflection of the window inside the poorly lit laundromat near the cardboard box that I'll be living in, making baskets and paper hats and can sculptures. I have no direction that I'm moving toward! I'm young and have my whole life in front of me and I'm about to waste it! It's retarded! I hate summer. *cough cough* Alright, the end. You can stop skipping down the page now, I've finished. *snifflesniffle* *reaches for a tissue* and it really wasn't even that bad of a cold. ...sorry. I wish fruit and vegetables were as cheap as junk food... It would be really nice.