KABOOASTINK.

Somehow it doesn't have the same oomph power, although my cool font helps a bit.

Farfanarkcle.

That is the coolest word to look at in large print. Ever.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BECCA WELLS!

Roughly translated: Happy Birthday, Becca Wells!

i am the gray person. the one person that people like to be friends with because i'm a little off rhythm. not really a good christian, not a genius, though, brilliant. one who's not afraid to say something a little out there. people laugh because i want them to. i design thoughts and phrases before utterance, delivering them to get the maximum response. i don't think in black and white, am not able to. i am the person that's politically incorrect. i am the friend that you've never had before; and though you laugh, you think that maybe you're not okay with what i say. my thoughts and ideas don't correlate to your beliefs and upbringings. you may be afraid to introduce me to your parents, unsure of what i might say. always, i am polite, always i fit in to the mold. always, i am what you want me to be.  i am the gray person. i'm not afraid conforming for the sake of your understanding. i bend so you can understand what you see, although it is not all of what i am. the rest is beyond your grasp. so let me be a weekday friend, one you don't let your parents talk with, one that makes you feel a bit more worldly, and if you've questions, by all means, ask. i'm not one to shy away. i am the gray person.

HA! I'M BURNED.

I think I shall sit in the sun to do the preliminary work on the quarter's English paper. Maybe I'll get burned. That way I won't have to work hard at getting color. And it will prevent me from falling asleep before I get my work done. Peace.

P.S. I miss you already Rachel.

HAPPY EASTER!

I NEED SLEEP.

I'm running, or rather functioning only on the most basic level, on three and a half hours of sleep. My stupid theory teacher assigned another sixteen bar chorale, with non-harmonic tones, five-seven chords, four cadences, and various other rules. And instead of giving us the normal three days, he made it due the next day. Needless to say, it was a loooong night. But the good thing is,

I AM A COMPOSITIONAL GENIUS,

 even at three in the morning. I did better than all of the other people, even those who have done it before. He was very complementary and it made me feel good. Note: I heard this all through a muffled sleep deprived tunnel. In other news, T Fras. had me scat yesterday and I totally kicked ass. That is all. Night. Note: It took me four attempts to spell night correctly.

I'm really tired tonight. Not that you all aren't. But I really am. And I should be writing my objective summary. Maybe I'll do that now... or maybe not.

I am so pissed. I may kill my brother, or I may just slam his head on the ground. Why does having a significant other make people inconsiderate?

Yeah, that was Richard. No words to describe the stupidity.