Going through another one of those, weird... not so sure what my mind is trying to say, type of moods. Deleted all of my entries again. It needed to be done. I don't want to type about what I've been doing. I don't want to type about emotions. I don't know what I want to type about in this thing. I want it to be raw. I want it to be new. I'm tired of trying to type about shit that doesn't now, nor ever will matter. I need to think of something new. I mean, I spent an hour today in philosophy, thinking about if life would be different if we decided to take a day out of the week. Like, a Monday, or a Thursday. I deducted that we would have 312 days in a year, and 28 hours in a day. Boredom drives me to do the most amazingly pointless shit. In other news, I will soon be seeing a chiropractor about my headaches. Maybe he can fix them? Maybe not. I really wantedto hang out with Danny today, so that pretty much sucked HxC. Yeah. Lame. I reallllly like him. A lot. So this whole being grounded thing is not cool. One bit. 12 days until I'm 17. 4 days until Halloween.