One third of summer is already over?

Today, I was glancing through the shelf near the table in my room, when I noticed a small white envelope that was sticking out by about two centimeters. I extracted it, and read on the front: Always low prices. There was an enormous smiley face, covering almost the entire front. Then, looking inside, I discovered a Target gift card. Next to this envelope was a larger one with a card with shoes on it. Opening that, I discovered a Wal*Mart gift card. Previously, I thought I knew about everything in my room. Imagine my surprise at my complete negligence of these two envelopes. The simple explanation: last year, when I invited a small group of friends for an it's-almost-school-so-let's-have-fun-because-it-happens-to-be-almost-my-birthday-too party (there wasn't actually a name for it), someone decided to tell most of them that it was a birthday party, so they er, brought presents. So, this morning, I felt 30 dollars richer from not doing anything. Thank you, Chanyang, and Joseph who drew the Wal*Mart logo. :)
I think one of the worst feelings can come from trying to do something I can't do. For example, while stretching today, though I may not be counted as stiff, I wasn't as flexible as I could have been. Later in the evening, I tried to juggle- something I have never been able to do, and gave up quickly the few times it was attempted in the past. Failure again.
I finished Octavian Nothing, and am not going to type the whole title here because it takes longer than it takes to type this sentence. Well, not really. The book was highly disappointing, but the author generally did a good job. I mean, considering the topic and vapid series of events, it wasn't the worst it could be.
One of my mother's best friends called her today. During the phone conversation, I was driving my family home. My mother said I was (translated from Chinese) "just average" and "mediocre", and then changed the subject to my brother who got into the Gifted program (as if I had failed it because he got a higher score, even though it is easier when the person is younger). Um. Thanks a lot. Makes me feel great...
Someone liked me about four years ago. Recently, a girl told her mother, who told my mother: "____ is depressed because his "girlfriend" -insert my name here- is gone." I don't know what to think about that. I haven't made any contact with him for a long time, and do not feel urged to do so any time soon. I just feel sort of bad for him now.