"These two sides of my brain

need to have a meeting. Can't think of anything to do, my left brain knows that all love is fleeting, now." If I hear one more thing about anything, anything in the whole entire universe, from apricots to Zanzibar, I will tic-toc-explode. Into eighty thousand billion pieces. Actually, I think it's all a matter of slow, gradual exploding. We don't notice when we are in seventy-nine thousand billion pieces, but something about that eighty thousandth piece, we just all of a sudden know. No, no, it's no fun.

What is this "the" change? Things always get better with the weather, or maybe it's the association with summer and no school? The association of no school with a much lessened stress/thought level? Better weather is just nice. Sunny, a little breezy weather. It's relaxing, refreshing. I'm excited. It brings on five million more adventures, and those are always fun.

I think advice is very flexible. When I give people advice, I never expect it to be followed in the fullest. I never follow anything in the fullest (which I'm kind of battling in my mind about, but to be discussed later), so why expect anyone else to? I don't. So, don't, full on out don't. Refuse, and argue. It's all alright.

You should get on last.fm. That's all you type in the URL box. It just might change your life. Just, maybe.

Refined. That's a ridiculous term. I don't understand it at all. Who can... I don't even know. Nevermind.

I can't ever picture you driving now just because of your resistance. I figure when the weather gets nicer I'm going to start riding my bike a lot more often. I think next week when I'm all rested up I'm going to start running and going to the gym and all that. Get back in shape for lacrosse season. Oh, my.

I have a lot of homework to do. It's saddening. I probably know how to do half of it, so that's a plus. Don't worry about such things? Audrey, that was the biggest lie I've ever heard in my entire life.

Ah, library fines. Awesome. Guh-reat.

EVERYONE LEFT! I just called my mom and they are at El Azabache. Haters. Looks like I'll get an early start on everything. I've finished Plath and Bukowski, so done with my books. All I've got is homeowrk, SAT prep, and cleaning. Wow. What have I come to? It's kind of nice though in a lot of ways I'm keeping tab of in my head.

I have to write my english paper! Almost forgot about that one! Agh. Whenever I just consider my interests, just my interests and what I want, it's so much easier. But then I never do just thar. Who can? Then you're selfish. Ah, stress, stress, stress.

I like politics. I like issues. Not the fact that we have issues, but just, I don't know, I'm interested in solving the world's problems. Helping to do so, maybe.

But 'troubled students,' I don't get it. Everyone's got their troubles. What's the difference, when it all comes down to it? Everyone's troubled.

Latin tomrrow, oh man. I like Latin, so not really "Oh, man," but more like "Alright." I want to learn French, Zulu, and some Eastern language. That would get some good bases covered, I think.

"Disco was not my mistake, it was the mistake of a nation." That made me laugh.

But, you know, maybe gradually, maybe, just maybe, we can all be honest sometime. Put it all out there. But we all have to improve. Sure, there will be many, many setbacks, but there will also be steps forward and advances. I'm optimistic to it happening. Maybe someday, there won't be so much fear of who we are, of who your neighbor is. I hope it is. I want to hope it is.

I'm sorry about your scabs. Maybe some Neosporin will help? Awe, poor Butternut.

I think our souls are just kind of like your emotional connection with your body and mind, maybe also your conscience. Maybe? I don't know. That's what I think of it as. I think selling your soul kind of like selling out your conscience? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Gah.

Choices are so weird. All of the things you have to consider. Hm.

I'm fine. I told you that.

It's always makes me laugh when getting in trouble sounds so appealing. Really, sometimes, it just does. I'm talking about a revolution for the better. It is very appealing.

The Ticketmaster was still obviously thinking about it, so the Ragpicker had to think quickly to change the subject, which she was never good at anyway, but tried. "So, uh, you know that movie theatre where they play old movies?" The Ticketmaster barely acknowledged her and replied quite coldly, "Yes." This made the Ragpicker nervous, but she kept on. "Well, there playing How She Move. Maybe you'd be interested in going with me?"

I want to play Scrabble. No go.

I came across that quote on that Blog that I always read.

You have some explaining to do.

Goodnight.