i'm going to write this OLD SCHOOL style, rambling and all! //

i haven't really done much since i last wrote in here... dear old letters to sender. i'm going to really miss the title, as it has really grown on me since... yeah.

life is good. it's not great, but i shouldn't really complain, since there are so many people out there who feel like shit right now. i don't know, maybe i should complain, and drive myself towards a greater level, closer to perfection. or maybe i shouldn't, because when you TRY and change shit like that, it totally doesn't go your way.

i guess i look sad to people at school, when they see me. i guess i'm a somberly d00d by nature, it's just the way i am. it could also be looming tiredness i always feel, a fatigue that isn't enough to fall asleep except during perhaps the most vital period of my day, american studies. i'm so fucking afraid of mr. day calling me out during class that i literally cry a sigh of relief whenever i realize i've dozed off. i don't know why i'm so energized after that class... i'm a complicated paradox only to myself!

jack in the box cheeseburgers like a motherfucker. i'm going to run out of money soon.

as far as today went, i strode my way through a biology test and leaped out of being suspect for looking at "softcore porn," as ms. anderson said. you see, during journalism, i was looking at a webcam portal, and i promptly exited after being tired of the trite gayness of people with webcams. however, i left my computer to go do something, and when i got back mustafa was in my seat looking at the site. after eventually kicking him off, i got a message from ms. mccray's administrative computer, which is in her office down the hall from the journalism lab. the bitch was spying on me, and she had apparently interpreted one of the webcam pictures as inappropriate. once i got the message, i exited out of all my programs, and leaped to the front row computers, telling seth to make me an alibi in case ms. mccray did in fact find out it was me on that computer. on a card of dumb luck, tyree sat where i had just left to avoid any reprecussions of looking at dirty pictures, and so he was mistaken as the culprit of this sad and stupid tale.

what's really funny though, is that the picture in question was only suggestive in material. it had a girl with the button of her pants undone, showing a little of her black underwear, and a post-it note that read "nasty."

hearing ms. anderson call it "softcore porn" made me feel gross, like i was a pervert or something.

AND I WASN'T EVEN ENJOYING THAT CRAP! mustafa, i hope this is bad karma on your part, and i hope that hoping that this is bad karma for you isn't bad karma for me.

AND THANKS TYREE. you could have so easily ratted me out, and said "THERE, OVER THERE, THAT'S THE DIRTY FUCK YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!" but you didn't. you are truly a man of morals.

... haha, yeah right.

i need to write the premise for a two-minute movie that i'm supposed to create in video production... but jesus, i am a dried up well of ideas. I SUPPOSEDLY HAD A PASSION FOR THIS BULLSHIT!?! where did it go?

everything i think of stems into a full-length feature film, and two minutes is the requested length.

fuck.

oh yeah, i'm going to START on the new layout, once i get that photoshop disc from tyree. the absence of photoshop on my computer feels like i'm without a limb!

THERE, OVER THERE, THAT'S THE DIRTY FUCK YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!