Happy Father's Day.

I didn't make my dad a card, and I didn't buy him a gift. I feel bad about it but I'm also not going to go out and get something. What good is a present if you're only giving it because it's expected of you? Besides, I did bake him a cake. It'll probably taste awful, considering I almost forgot the butter, but I'm happy to be doing something.

Tomorrow, as I've said in the past couple of entries, is my Spanish exam. I'm not terribly nervous, but I'm not convinced I'll do a stellar job. I'll live. My mom said we're going to beach after, and I don't really want to go, but do I have much of a choice? I think not.

Tuesday is donut/freedom day. I have this entire week to myself, then I have to go in the following week to begin work training. Apparently, I'll be going in on Thursdays and Saturdays when I really start, perhaps one more day.

I should go frost the cake now. PUT YOUR FROSTING ON MY CAKE! Roar. Okay. Bye bye.

Oh, yeah. Yesterday, I bought a copy of Dante's Inferno because Josh has been telling me it's good. So far for summer reading, I have American Gods, Anansi Boys, Dante's Inferno, and Grendel. If I suddenly lose the desire to read one of those, I'll search through the piles of books in my room. I actually told my mom to read American Gods, and she read the back, but I couldn't read her facial expression. It'd be cool if she did end up reading it, though.

Now I'm just rambling. Off to do that cake.