[	mood	|	it's a bloody good feeling, whatever it is	]
[	music	|	Lonesome Day-Bruce Springsteen (who would expect this song to be so happy?)	]

I saw Conor on Friday after soccer practice. I don't think I've seen him since the day I ran into him at school--which was before Holiday Break. He looked well, so that was nice. I think the skinny bastard's lost some weight. Ah well, my mother said he looked "very handsome" I believe were her exact words.

Mom also dragged me off to see Shastokovich's 5th symphony yesterday. It was amazing. I mean I spaced out and thought of all kinds of whacky things while listening to it--a Sailor Moon fanfiction I read in 6th grade, last years prom dress, my 7th grade history class, Christian Bale, Brian and Tom, general weird stuff to be thinking of while listening to a triumphant symphony--but I certainly wasn't waiting for it to be over.

We lost our soccer game again, heh no surprises. At least this one wasn't so painful. Our own keeper is a little demented. Ach, no help for it. Coreen did a good job.

For AP studio art I have to do approximately 5 pieces in three weeks. It is so not going to happen. Or at least I don't know how. Anyway, I have to go off and buy a shit load of school supplies, so I'll hit that wonderful update journal button at the bottom of the page.

To whom it may concern . . .I thought it was worth mentiong that I was rejected from Claremont Mckennna college.

[	mood	|	just thinkin'	]
[	music	|	The Only One I Know-The Charlatans UK	]

Yesterday Soccer practice was cancelled again. It's already a month into the season and we've had only one practice. I wonder if we have practice tomorrow. Doubtful. And if no practice then will we have a game? This is not what I signed up for. As a result of the absence of practice, I went to San Francisco to meet mom and see Tristram Shandy. It is probably one of the weirdest ways to make a movie I've ever seen. Obviously not the weirdest one, but perhaps the weirdest ideas. Robert Brydon and Steve Coogan were hilarious.

We ate dinner before hand, that was nice. The first time I've ever had french fries with sage. A yummy combination. This week has been very difficult for me. So going to San Francisco was, at least, a good tension reliever. Also, because you totally care, I've been able to start doing art again. I think I'll scan in my latest piece, because it cracks me up.

I've been slaving away over a 21 Jump Street fic, if I post it, would you guys read it?

To whom it may concern . . .I asked a person today how she was doing and she said, with a straight face, "Everything is terrible, I can feel all my pain rising like bile in my stomach." O-kay. That's a little emo.