i woke up, ate a banana and a piece of blueberry toast with peanut butter, broke in my new pair of running shoes, and almost passed out after hammering some hill repeats. winmill acted like he was worried. my head felt like it was swimming in DEATH.

i came home, ate some of mommy's vegetables and rice for lunch, watched the last part of yu-gi-oh, vaccuumed the living room, took a shower, got a call from j. paul about an actor's workshop he was doing which he wanted me to attend today, and watched the first half of princess mononoke before i fell asleep.

i woke up, at five o'clock in the afternoon no less, and wondered what was for dinner. a nestle 100 grand and crunch bar was what was for dinner, so far at least.

i want a fried cheese tortilla. my brother made one for me last night, and it was good.

oh yeah, this is exactly the description on the 100 grand wrapper:

Chewy Caramel $ Milk Chocolate $ Crispy Crunchies

i accidentally took seth's feminine buddy holly eye-glasses yesterday. linda's wristwatch, on the other hand, by no accident, is in my possession.

"joe, did you go to the chamber of horrors when you were in europe," john asked, about ten seconds ago. "yeah," i replied. "did you see the wax figure hanging on a hook?" he asked. he continued, "did it make you want to puke?" my brother is reading cat's cradle, apparently. i don't remember this part from the book.

it's my junior year and i have an f in biology and ms. anderson wants me to write happier horoscopes for the newspaper and i don't have my driver's license and people think i'm mean even though i have a good sense of morality and even though i like girls and even though i am good with little children and even though there is no doubt in my grandparents' mind that i do have a girlfriend.

but i ain't 'trippin, yo!