Hello.

I'm finally coming-off, winding-down, deflating, and other wonderfully descriptive adjectives and phrases to basically say that I've taken considerable amounts of time to release several gallons of anxiety.

For those of you who were thoroughly confused by the above sentence: pie.

Right. So what have I been doing since my near panic attack over Horney and her theories of (oh the irony) personality-shaping anxiety and all other things psychologic?

First off, I managed to successfully burn through my copy of Three Complete Novels by E.M. Forster; the antique A Room With A View was spared because I liked the pretty 1950's-ish binding. But yes, I carved through that mass of flattened tree with a burning knife. Not only am I contributing to the greenhouse effect and managed to layer my lungs with some nice soot at the same time, but I'm also advocating the decimation of books a la Fahrenheit 451. Not really. It's art afterall, right? Right.

Still don't know what to do for the actual internal portion of the book, but I do have the title page for A Room With A View's appropriately titled Chapter 15: The Disaster Within. I snagged some of Michaels' nuts, bolts, and washers to play around with, but I have a feeling that some nice, rusted corkscrews would look good. Not enough jagged edges in between the... cavernous burned hole in between pages.

And the general vicinity of the book still smells like burning tarmac.

School's as overwhelming per usual. This week looks to be particularly full; I'm staying after every single day. Yesterday I stayed after for Art Club (and was elected Historian after bringing up the fact that we were lacking one) and was luckily able to get a ride home from Christine. Interesting ride home, especially with her fatigue-induced drunkeness and the English being interspursed within Korean. Today I'm staying after for a quick meeting for NHS (and hopefully to see if anyone else has heard anything at all about the Book Fest that I'm getting quite passionate about) followed by two hours of homework and then teen choir. Thursday is Pride Alliance's first meeting (and strangely enough, the announcement for it was not said in the morning) and I expect to be riding the bus home for that one. Friday I'll be witnessing Karen lecturing stuff at a church across the town. Why? Because I care. And it's an excuse to do something (anything!) different for a Friday night.

And yes, this does go on into the night. 11:30pm to be exact. Luckily no major projects are due om the immediate Monday... possibly.

I decided to wear my hair red and dress matchingly (including a tie) yesterday. It has now become my personal mission to erase any trace of Avril Lavigne from the slipstream we call time. Ever since she came onto the pop charts people have been adopting her brand of "punk-ish" clothing, leaving we who have been wearing such for at least a year preceding with much headaching. If I get one more look that I know has "effing poser" written all over it, then that unlucky fellow will have their facial expressions stretched along a very long wall.

All hail the teenager's right to hyperbolize.

Old scars are starting to come up again. Literally. Damn it.

Only seems natural that Adrienne's end of the karmic scale is going upwards... minus the prescence of the "mean reds."

Erm... sleep. That would be a good thing.