After school I put on a skirt and my boots with the new star laces and I jogged around the block, there's nothing quite like with three inches of solid rubber soles. Then I grabbed my camera and we out wandering. It was splendid, and a bit nippy on the legs, but I got some pretty cool melting water and snow and cloud reflection type shots. The above shot has nothing to do with the previously mentioned.

My father has completely disintegrated into a pile of mush because he didn't get a phone call today. He has covered the white board in pleadings to the "Universe." I worry, and I want to kill every person who has sugar coated things for him because, as they may not understand, it doesn't really help him much.

I was passed this over the internet web of communication, and how coincidental that this wonderful fellow (the make-up library guy who I met a few months ago) was featured in this film.

I was left in charge of my Communications Technology classroom for half an hour ish while the teacher ran off down the street to buy batteries for all the point and shoot cameras that I was in the process of rehabilitating. It was odd. But, as I see it, no one was having sex behind the laminator, no one got high, no one broke anything, no one seemed to notice that the teacher had left the building and everyone left with all remaining limbs intact. A successful day indeed.

I'm skipping school on Friday to go tour a different school with my mother. I'm nervous, though I'm not sure why. My thinking organ has been beaten into silly string and it's all muddled and I'll be very happy when I can think things through clearly again. It's all very complicated and I wish I didn't have such a good girl thought pattern, as I would be smoking by now or something.

Soon I will remember how to breathe, and possibly find some lavender laying around, and get to bed before midnight, and everything will all be very clear.