The truth is: I am lonely. Seems like everyone has found his or her niche, and I'm still searching for mine. And what's worse, bugs are starting to make holes in my shirts.
1:31 PM
Sunday, April 18
The difference between one day's events:
Saturday: Good job! Congratulations!
Sunday: You know why those people who got 1st and 2nd place got it? Because they put in the effort.
8:26 PM
Thursday, April 15
Tonight, nothing matters; no, it doesn't matter.
This year, I can only earn credit for Econ, Calc, and Psych. So what are the other three for? What a bummer. On the other hand, this can be used for justification for May 8th activities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
9:09 PM
Tuesday, April 13
New bag. If you didn't catch it today, catch it tomorrow. I like it. Aaron thinks that it looks like 1) a fruit and 2) an organ related to a liver.
East of Eden in the making. Nobody give away any details involving any of the characters... you know what I mean. It'll be good. It has to be.
Starsky & Hutch and The Girl Next Door were good movies. Everyone should see them. Unless they're under 17 for Girl. Starsky was pretty hilarious, almost like a Zoolander II. The Girl Next Door was ... radical. Let's see how many meanings that can take on. Okay, so only two, but still. I liked the part where he pushed that jock aside, said "Excuse me," and kissed her. I thought it was a little unnecessary to show the cup actually hitting the ground, but whatever floats their boat. Granted there was a lot of promiscuous activity in that movie, it was pretty decent. I thought so anyway.
What's the craziest thing you've done lately?
9:51 PM
Wednesday, March 10
What makes you you? I believe the you you see in the mirror each day is the sum total of every one of your experiences. Every friend and enemy you make, every smile you flash, every tear you shed, every day's subtle nuances, no matter how insignificant, make you who you are. So if you're walking one day and see someone you know, say hello. Smile. Be kind. It will make the both of you a better person.
10:28 PM
Thursday, March 4
Congratulations, Dad. You did it. You made me the best. Every time you told me what more I could have done, it was I who benefited. Every time you expected so much more than I could give, it was I who walked away with something more. But I was only the best because I learned from the best. When I came to you for help, you always let me know where I erred. You made sure that I too would not soon forget my mistakes. If I started to do the things I wanted to do, you always put me back on the track to success. I wish I could see the proud look on your face, but my eyes are watering up. It must be allergy season.
9:20 PM
Thursday, February 19
Sometimes things in life get me down. Like Garabedian's new policy to round up second semester grades but not first semester grades. Or impossible tests that have questions with no real right answers. It's tough when I feel like I have no control. But then I remember some of the finer things in life. Ice cream. Friends. Music. The high notes on the piano. Leg room, oh sweet leg room. Shirts made of good material and volcom cubed. The pillow at the end of a long day. Chocolate. Flattery. The reflection of a sunset on the lake. The girl who sits next to me. The important things. And then I forget why I was stressed in the first place.
