All sorts of intersting things

My intention was to do English homework.

You can see how well that worked out.

But insted I sit here, trying rather despretly to recall the feelings of earlier in the day so I could write them here to forever be remembered.

But why?

I mean, why keep those feelings around? Shouldn't we work through them, towards something better?

At least thats what all those self help books tell us, though I'm not intirly sure they should be trusted.

But today I did some self helping of my own. I was honost, yet not brutle, and I'm hoping it did us good.

But mostly I'm hoping he isn't too hurt, because he soon ended the conversation.

Though perhaps that was just his cerfew.

I'm a flower in the school play. Yes, I know. It probably involves me wearing some odd dress and dancing around the main characters in some elegent way.

I'm so not a flower person.

But hey, I got off easy. J is a Centar, you know, the half horse half man things.

He has to have a furry butt.

So perhaps being a flower will grow on me.

It's going to be one of those nights. The ones that go on forever yet end way too soon. Where your crying because you need too and you want to yet your ashamed too because thats what we've been told.

And Relient K plays in the backround because even though your no longer one of those speical people who knew about them, you knew about them before they were big, and thats enough because you can still pretend there only yours.

Yours meaning you share with thousands.

I started out doing English homework.

You can see where that got me.