le sigh... I think I'm infatuated again. With a freshman no less. Whom my gaydar has yet to go off with despite the fact that he spends every lunch hanging with token-homo Theo. Then again that doesn't warrant to much besides a short eyebrow raise. Just wished I had more interaction with him since learning that he likes anime and j-pop (very unusual thing back where we used to go to middle school) but I swear by everything holy... fuck it, I'm sacrelige incarnate... that I will not send out love letters with that purpose. Besides, that whole thing was very very scary and I don't think I have the leftover reserves of creativity to do so.

Trading one vice for another. Putting the events of last Tuesday on hold so I can think of my conceptual piece for the upcoming December show. Now the big question is this: baby craddle or naitivity scene. Which is better to depict the un/newly born with HIV? I originally wanted the baby craddle with a whole baby-shower feel... but the three gifts the Magi give in the naitivity scene have startlingly relevant messages of cost, life, and death. Either way I'm smothering my piece in frankencense.

Mucho homework due tomorrow. Most are trivial things (basically coloring for World History) but still they're time consuming. Not to mention I have confirmation class tonight. Speaking of which... why do I even bother? I know I'll never believe in all the church teaches. I wish I had the courage to tell my parents that no, I do not want to sit for an hour and half listening to stories which, although fascinating, are disappointing in their lack of inspiration. It all goes back to when I discovered that there were other religions out there.

So tired. Tired tired and dreaming of a person with a name that starts in D and ends with an anny. I blame the stupid thing with the necklace.