9.16.2003
 
It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase. It's just a phase.

... is what I kept telling myself. But hey, it's been almost two years (the inaugural act having it's second anniversary this December) and I still haven't stopped.

Matt, if you still read this (which you probably don't since everyone knows your penache for short-term memory loss), yes I know I'm being cryptic. And don't try to help.

I'm doing everything wrong again. Well, no... not quite true. I've been doing THAT thing all over again. (heh, Hampton would SO kill me if she read that last sentence... but hey, she did like my essay when we went over it together before I typed up the final draft) It's a bit like sophomore year all over again, but change the names around a bit. Fuck.

Hell, what am I talking about? I welcome drama right now. Bring it on, you cruel soap opera of a world! This way I know that some of my friends' problems will level out. The more problems I have, the happier everyone seems to get.

Casey needs to strip skin off of my arm more often. That was fun... but next time I'll have him do the left arm since it's hard to draw with a numb right hand. Who knew that wooden rules could break skin?

Had to do some insane reprogramming and directory-correcting to get all the bugs out of the new Netscape 7.1. Before it wouldn't let me view all them nifty flash pages (including the ever awesome Orisinal page) so I threatened it with a shotgun. Tanoshii...

Ah. "Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song)." Getting flashbacks of past summers and... simpler?.. times.
"...the end of the never-t-be-forgotten day at the end of the unremembered year."
- Dylan Thomas
That it was.

Need to start a'crackin' on that art thingy. Who knew I had so many effing pieces from four years of work? Wait... scratch that: who knew I had so many effing pieces of shit from four years of work?

Stayed after today to help paint the school gallery again (detailing and touch-ups). Ran a close encounter with a (male) black widow before Michaels gave it brushy-death. And... yeah. Need to stop lusting. Lusting is bad. Especially when the guy's a couple years YOUNGER than me.

So much for going for mentally-stable guys.

I need to stop watching The O.C.. Too many ideas...

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