"Hey, I was wondering..."
"Hn?"
"Well... if ever I... you know... would you?"
"Would I wha?"
"You know..."
"... oh. You want us to be 'friends with benefits' then?"
"Kinda, I guess."
"um...."

W.T.F.

It's not fun at all being pulled along by a thread. Like a horse strapped to the yolk constantly moving forward for the carrot being hung o'er head. He's already stated that taking things any further than friendship would be far too weird... and yet...

Bad enough that DJ shot down all possibility for anything more.

Mrs. T said something that made me doubt my competence as a sculpter while I was working on a mask of Ganesh for my project... at that point I became very displeased with myself and went outside to chat with my friends who were spray painting some stuff. I ended up dancing tango for 20 minutes with one of them.

Took the club picture for Pride Alliance... and everyone got in an upside down triangle formation (figures). Can't wait till they post the "P.A. F.A.Q." so people would stop asking me (and other fellow members) annoying and repetitive questions.

Good/ bad news. For the upcoming piano recital I'm the last performer of a roster of about 74 other people. In other words... I'm kind of headlining the whole thing... but not really. At least that's the wording one of my piano teachers said. Good that I get the recognition. Bad that I have to practice my ass off. Good because that gave me a moment's burst of self-esteem. Bad because I have no time to practice since next week's testing.

My dance card appears to be quite full this year.

And by dance card I mean my scheduel.

For my sketchbook assignment I'm thinking of making a short film where a person is making a stew out of scratch (the theme or word we have to interpret is "scratch", btw) and as (s)he's cutting up fruit, there're messages inside of them. How the whole thing will end... I have no clue whatsoever. And this thing's due in two weeks. F***.

Tried calling DJ today but a) he's still grounded and b) I fell asleep as soon as I hit the couch. After piano and pizza dinner I called Matt and he answers with an "I'm hurt." since I didn't call him yesterday... stupid caller ID. His dad cut our conversation short at 2 hours (the norm for friday/weekend conversations is about 3-4) so now I'm stuck actually doing homework... and I also have to do more research for stupid science fair. I think the 50 facts I have now are adequate enough to write 5 pages without being verbose about it; each fact acts like five.

Stupid science fair... I'd just settle for quarter projects... and I have too much stuff to do.

Do they really mean to kill you sophomore year with all this shite?