2001-08-28 - 8:15 p.m.
so i thought that it might be smarter to try and do this earlier tonight. and i think its a good idea. my mom is at some senior mom meeting, so i have some time to not be walked in on.
i feel a little rusty.
maybe its these goddamn tears. im not crying now, but it seems like every day now... maybe i was the tin man in another life, and... oh god, i dont want the image. friday night after, "im just glad that i didnt let her smoke too." saturday night after the poignant, hard-hitting, year-old story. sunday, reflecting on the story from the night before. last night, writing my brother about my kitty. tonight, listening to the man who, with my eyes closed. i miss him. its unending, and its fukin ridiculus. i shouldnt be so damn sensitive. im sick of it.... but it feels good, i guess. arugh. please dont worry about me, though. im just hyper-emotional, if thats a term. i have the [long] weekend to anticipate, though. thanks, god.
tommorow is flex, which will also be really good for me. after lunch with the gang, taka is coming over. i cant tell what, exactly, we are going to do. because its a surprise. also, taka and i have a new game where we are making each other a surprise in our lunches every day. he will make me a japanese delicacy [hopefully], and i will make him something insane to eat- and at lunch, we will trade. its our new quirky thing. and, we have another. its supposed to be a secret, so dont tell anyone, but one of these days [i cant tell when, as to catch unassuming schoolmates off-guard], we are switching clothes. we will be clad in very blatant and distinguishing clothes of our opposite. also, on this day, we will pretend to not know each other in the slightest. this will be something for you kids to look foward to. god i love that kid.
oh my god, katie was so funny today. just to embarass her more: she tripped in bio today, and shareen and i laughed for the rest of the period [approximately 30 mins]. oh, and imagine kt getting it on... oh my... i cant think of anything funnier. sorry sweetie. oh and seth humped the wall in the courtyard today.
i have so much work to be doing, with less inspiration than ever. english is now hell on earth. i will be lucky if i make it through that year without hurting that woman. im sorry, i can not sit in the back, nod my head, and keep my mouth shut when i have such strong feelings that oppose hers... especially when shes wrong. im told the key is to never talk back to her. id rather fail than take her shit.
thats all, i suppose. adieu, adieu, to you and you and you.
