believe it or not, sitting idly by yourself at a gymnastics meet can make you think about stuff. like all the secrets i know, and all the secrets i have yet to have been told.

well, not really. but it would be pretty cool if some of you guys unburdened yourselves on to me, with juicy gossip, because i am such a little want-all. holla at a nigga.

it seems like no one really wants to talk to me outside of school, and get personal. everyone is distant. perhaps i've lost people's trust through this website, but i wouldn't know why. i haven't revealed anyone's deep dark secrets. in some cases, people are conspicuously gay, and i feel a need to comment on it. but it's not like i'm telling the world that they've buried a dead body in their backyard, or that they stalk the footsteps of a certain someone, breathing hard into their window as they undress, stretch, sleep, play, read, cry.....

maybe none of you are as interesting as this, but i'd sure like to find out if anyone was. don't worry, your secret is safe with me. i'm always here.

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actually, during the gymnastics meet, i was more or less thinking about how over-protective i am of my camera. if anything, i need to be MORE protective of it. from now on, no one touches it.

sometimes i feel like a dick, telling nice people that they can't see my camera because i don't trust them, but that's how life goes. the most careful person in the world is a fuck-up, otherwise he wouldn't be careful at all.