5.16.2003
 
Here's a summary of the week:

The Matrix was awesome. Coincidently, in the same theater was Christy and family, but sis and I were sitting at the opposite side of the room, so we didn't know they were there until after the fact.

Saw it again on Thursday afterschool with Em and Mike. The only time I'm ever really friends with him is during movies, and that's costing me $5 a time.

The guest speaker didn't show up for Pride Alliance this week. Typical, since we actually had a lot of people show up. Rather aggravating.

Next year I won't be the president of APC. I'm so glad that all of that stress is over and done with.

Cute greek boy and I were talking online when he initiated some cyber sex... but it was more like cyber foreplay. Not even that, I was just being a complete tease. Refreshing.

On the other IM, Tyler wants to lick me even more now that he knows that I'm an art major.

I hate desire. Everytime I begin expecting things to happen, or I become very hopeful, things just completely go to shite. Hate it.

Hardly any patience this week. So, if I seemed snappish, forgive me.

Sis was equally bitchy, so we didn't mesh well this week. Volatile situation, folks.

The portrait series isn't all peachy. I've been unhappy with some of the compositions, so I've had to restart several paintings already and postpone others until better references can be taken.

Ducks have, literally, been bathing in the sprinklers recently. I don't think the lake water is satisfying them.

"I don't love you, but I'll screw you until I find someone better."

The end of the year should be here already. And I think that I'll be taking summerschool at CCSN this year: Intro. to the Human Body and Psychology. Hopefully, I'll be able to use those credits for the honors science class I need to get the Principal's award.

At least I'm not crazy like Christine: she's taking some classes during the fall as well. Freak. But we love her.

I blame the lunar eclipse on all this weirdness.

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