2001-08-21 - 10:42 p.m.
AND NOW, everyone, i provide a new entry for all of you refresh-button-happy kids who watch for my name to turn red on your buddy list(ahem, kt...?). let me digress for your reading pleasure.
well, no digressing, sorry. ha. katie and i were talking today about how obsessed we are with diaryland, and how we cant seem to shake the habit, and how funny diary-dramas [when an argument, imprecation, or match-make are made in the world that is diary] are. i must say, taht so much of my day revovles around me thinking, "oh damn, i should write about this." and then i get here, and i forget it all, or dont even care about the nearly arrant thing anymore. ooh my vocab. hell yes [by the way, i was apparently the only person in english today to know what a cudgel was... why dont people know these things? theyre so blatantly british and unavoidable].
so yeah, keeping a diary is fun. reading other peoples is even more enjoyable.
oh yeah, and i dont like creative writing. it should be renamed to stereotypical highschool overdramatized overused-adjective writing. im not making my writing out to be better than anyones, because by all means, its not. i am merely saying that he is teaching the class to be *creative, like RIDDLE* which isnt animated at all. we can do the grandmas cookie story, we udnerstand your point, yes, we would like the type B cookies, please. thats all there is to it.
oh bluh. enough of my complaining.
ooh, taka is having a party on friday... i could not be happier [plus daves coming home, that helps, umm, its teh best part, actually]. parties are fun. ha. my mom suggested i take my camera. i thought that was a marvelous idea. i have so few pictures of my friends nowadays.
i got an extention on my art stuff, so thats good. very good. she said to try to get them in next monday, yeah right. not only am i gonna be with my dearest dave all weekend, we are also gonna have company from columbus. i wont be painting with people around, no siree.
okay, thats all i feel like explaining for now. sleep tight all you princes of maine. take care, kids.
