After emailing Paul with a list of recomended books, I ne'er noticed exactly how much I loved reading books. Pretty ironic that I read so much and don't write much fiction myself. Guess I just prefer to write poetry and save myself the grueling pre-writing rituals.

In Health, we did this small exercise where you had to name a color, animal, and a body of water, and three adjectives to describe them. Then, she tells us that it was a short psychology exercise and each subject described was your outlook on various things were like. My results are as follows:
Red : how you feel about yourself
-sensual, provocative, warm
Koala : how people view you
-cute, gentle, parentive
Tidal Waves : how you view your future
-vast, incessant, intimidating
... Yeah, I don't agree with it much too.

My sister apparently isn't ready to accept the fact that I want to be openly gay. I did drop off my letter to Eric, but when she saw that he read it, she passed it off as a poem that I wanted her to revise. And all I have to say is..... GOD DAMN HER! Now, I can't leave poems in his locker anymore since that now directly links me to poetry writing. I wanted to court him by sending those lil "love notes", but now that idea's been shot to hell. I just feel like telling him that I like him only to spite her... but I know I'm not ready to come outta the closet yet. :|

I've been listening to my Final Fantasy 6 Revisited CD. It's been a while since I have, and I completely forgot how beautiful the music is. Indeed, whoever usually does the FinalFantasy music outdid himself in that game, as well as FinalFantasyTactics. The combination of flute, cello, and a voice is really beautiful.

Tomorrow's my birthday. It'll go by unnoticed, like last year, so I don't really expect much except the concert. But, as of 6:00am February 2nd, I'll be 15. I strangely feel... old.

... Yeah, so I was born on Groundhog's Day. Shut'up!