JUST WHEN YOU THOUGH YOUR DAY COULDN'T GET ANY MORE WONDERFUL...

You read Birkelah's blog and a moth divebombs you. Jeez, the thing's viscious, but I dont have the heart to kill it. Damn my humanitarian morality. Its trying to lop off my head, honestly now. It obviously has a size complex, I could obviously pulverize you, you puny thing.

Anyway, I love Birk. And her lovely words. Sorry about the rape of your virgin eyes, that is a risk when you go into a room with Adam. As for the castration concept, I'm not volunteering. And no, I didn't delete the offenive picture, but I can't make it work either. Just when I was getting fond of it too...

Fun day today. Rain, always cool. Happy birthday Keith of my affections. I am such the soccer enthusiast in gym. Didn't sing in chior because I was dying, but no great loss. English hoeowrk: read some more, and revise poem, how cool is that? Drama was awesome- any Indiana Jones reference is a good one. But man, rehearsal. So much happened there. We started up a Mafia...joey, mickey blue eyes, tommy 86, Ivy, thugg....Im The Prep. There are some really spiffed explainations for those names, but you'll have to ask Tom or Joe, I can't remember them all. Heather was her usual bipolar self, sticking things into me and rolling up my pant leg (a form of "tapping"). At least she gave me a ride home.


Heather: (in middle of conversation, stops me) Hold on... (bends down to her sandel, takes it off, holds it up to her ear) Hello? (listening) Uh huh....hold on. (to me) It's for you. (holds shoe by my ear, smacks me in the head with it)

You're not one of those smart people, are you?




ash @ 9:42 PM