The plan for this evening was carried out fairly closely to the actual plan. Of course, me being me, I forgot to factor in dinner time. I tend to ignore the basics, eating, bathing, sleeping.

In any case. I've done the assigned math homework for quite possibly the first time this semester. I've done significant studying for social studies. I've played "Leaving on a Jet Plane," "Babylon" three different Cranberries songs, "Time of Your Life" and "Mrs.Robinson" will enough skill to be proficient.

Also I have decided to send an anonymous letter -
[okay not so much anonymous and unannounced,]
- to my neighbor who I want to befriend,
again,
because when it comes to friends I'm an idiot and I'm probably the reason that we are no longer really friends.
AND I could use another friend for a grand total of three. My mother would worry less about things like
If she should take me to a "specialist"
and whether or not I'm emotionally stunted due to her insignificant socializing while I was a child.
Truth be told. The first time my mother invited the daughter of one of her friends over I ended up throwing my tupperware Noah's Ark at the friend whom I think was named Alicia. I ended up being friends with her later when we were older and she had forgotten about the bumps she received. She had an old refrigerator and deep freeze in her basement and we were still small enough to climb into the top freezer part of the fridge and then climb all over. You know, I'm not sure if that really happened or not. It seems like something I would have imagined doing as a kid but never really actually did.

I can't remember how I got here, but I think I started out telling you that after consulting nearly everyone I know I have decided to write a note to this girl who lives down the street and plays the guitar and has a CD and ask her if I can buy a CD from her. It's more complicated than that in my head, I'm sure I'm making a bigger deal out of it than is really necessary.

I'll be all stealthy and sneak up to her mailbox while no one's home and it will be incredibly weird but I want to hear her CD and I want to be her friend again. Because as I said before I probably threw something at her when we were ten and she's probably forgotten that by now and maybe she can be my friend again.

God, I sound like I'm eight years old.

Going to bed to read my spin magazine that I've not actually looked at yet I lost it. [In fact, I'm too ashamed to tell you that I lost it under my laundry pile almost immediately after I bought it a few weeks ago and I've just now found it while sorting my clothes.]

My father leaves tomorrow and I'm really proud of him, god forbid I should ever actually tell him. I've also started asking questions, so I've got an idea of what's going on now.

And now at this grand time of 10PM I'm going to bed.
Oooh, Chuck Klosterman.