27A. My name is Amanda, and I clear my Facebook wall.

I feel as though this entry is going to be a little contrieved because the pressure is on to post, as a) I haven't in awhile, and b) someone's been on my case about it.

I would easily say that this summer has been a fail so far. Not much has been going on, and Sudbury is about as exciting as the sex scenes from "The Room". I would say the weather has been the biggest letdown; it's been 40 degrees with the humidex some days. It's so unbearingly hot, but it's not the good kind of hot where the sun is scorching, and the UV index is at 8, and I can actually get a tan. It's that bullshit humidity kind of hot, where the air is so thick and gross, I could just set myself on fire.

I've recently begun a position as a front desk clerk at one of the local hotel in Sudbury. On the awesome scale, I would put it at a 6, but I think it'll get a bit higher once I get to know all of the staff a bit better. It's rarely boring, which is good.

*NOTE: For those who are not viewers, let it be known that David Duchovny's character on 'Californication' is Hank Moody, which is probably the raddest name of all time, and he is the coolest human being ever.

I had a conversation with a friend today about guys who honk at girls. What do they expect to accomplish? I mean, even if the guy is a complete babe, what are we supposed to do? Flag you down? Chase after your car, and talk to you through your window like a hooker? But I mean, that's never the case anyways. No attractive, professional, level-headed guy with an executive driven car is ever going to honk at a girl walking down a street.

I haven't played Pokemon in about a week. I'm on Cinnabar Island, and I don't really care to deal with that maze to get the key for the 7th gym. Not now anyways. I'm also getting carpal tunnel from playing so much.

I love naps. The end.