::fumes:: Effing jealous of In the Closet Boy. He's experiencing the joys of having a boyfriend... he has a boyfriend... urgh! All the moments are as sweet as maple candy yet volitile like strong wine. Even the bad ones tend to leave a euphoric aftertaste if allowed to ferment for a time...

And here I am swimming in a vat of my own unrequited infatuation with a straight guy. I thought I had already gotten used to living life as an extremely hopeless romantic (let's all pause and take time to remember the feelings spent on Mr. E) but this one completely threw me off guard. So much for boy-chasing abstinence.

I'm reeling still from the 5 cups of concentrated caffiene in the tea I drank. Achieved a half-asleep/half-awake state of conciousness... whilst angels swing incense 'round above my head. Hah, yeah right.

The dogs next door are barking at the Alanis Morisette cd I'm playing. Ha, stupids.

Strange feeling that for the past week I've never been hungry, nor have I had the urge to eat. I was just expected to so I did. A sort of internal nutrition hypnosis.

My god. I haven't touched paint in almost two months. What the hell have I been doing since then.

"If I had to have two words with the president, they'd be 'bippity boppity' at which point everyone hisses out 'boo'."

Surreal moment at 6:00pm. Hot, humid summer rain. While the bright sun was out. During our nutrition break, no less. So, I felt like dancing around in the front lawn of the school with Cristin and Matt. But the cop on a bike was blocking the exit. Rain with the sun shining is a sign that two god(desse)s have married. Well, that's what my family says anyway. And on a day like such, I have a good mind to believe.

Suffering the effects of music-fasting. Listening to a cd now to get rid of the silence, but I'll pay for it. Seems that the music I listen to, while, or before writing songs severely influences the writing. So, complete silence till I'm ready to write.

Tomorrow, band practice at Matt's for about two hours if we're freed from school early. But we'll only stay for two hours. Two hours is not enough. So many things I want to do. In the span of two hours. At Matt's house.

Damn, I need a break from thinking. But nothing's good on tv right now.