Things have been busy yet again.

"Busy" being the semi-operative word. Mainly I've been coming home from school and sleeping for odd hours without the urge to go online or on the computer.

Being not-as-depressed is tiring.

Now I am writing just to let you know I'm still alive.
And sometimes I forgive.
Yeah, and this time I'll admit...

Just got the new Good Charlotte CD. Well, correction: sis got the CD. I've just been listening to it whenever she had been. Went to Borders today before choir rehearsals so that I could search for the 48 page ad for Gap's "For Every Generation" campaign in last month's Vanity Fair.

Yes, I'm still hung up on Will Kemp. And no, not the one that had his marathon jig back when the Globe wasn't fitted with sprinklers.

No Vanity Fair (and I was *this* close to getting that issue of GQ that's just as thick), and there were paramedics with their walkie-talkies patrolling the store. Very very interesting.

Learned interesting things from Sarah after rehearsal.

Recently we've been experiencing wind storms a la Chicago. Yesterday's high was 75-80, but today's was somewhere around 65. Tomorrow's back up to 75 with a chance of rain. I love this weather. Definitely a welcome break from the prevailing heat wave we've had for the past month or so. A pit that it's back to the 80's by next Tuesday.

And yes, I doubt that any social life outside of school would be very involving. Mainly because I have no time to meet or hang out with people otherwise. Blech.

Contour and blind contours in art recently. Mine are turning out very well, but I still don't enjoy it all that much. Sis' having a harder time than I though.

Oh, and for the record: levels will forever be known as penis ever since Raven held one between her legs while we were hanging up a gallery.

The ghost in the theater does not like other majors performing on its stages. Especially art majors. Mainly because every single thing we've tried to do with the projectors and sound system dies an hour or two before showtime. At least nothing of the sort happens in the Black Box theater.

La Belle Indifference.

And that is all for now.