Damn. First time I ever skipped a month, I think. Whatever. It's not like I care... I do, actually, I just don't care enough to do anything about it; I just wish I had the time to update more regularly. I used to update all the time. Just read the old entries. I think they're better than the newer ones. In fact, this omnibus has kind of been on a steady decline since its inception my freshman year. The entries were longer, about twice as long, and I feel like I had more to say then. Probably because I was a confused, little freshman. Now I'm a confused senior, although a different kind of confused. This omnibus's golden age was definitely my sophomore year, when I was updating weekly, at the least. I actually had time that year. And the motivation.

I've been so unmotivated lately, I can't begin to tell you. It's like I just can't handle school any more. I hate doing all the work, I'm sick of getting no sleep... This is not a healthy lifestyle. At least I've got some good teachers. I'd go into detail about who I like and who I don't, but I don't feel like it.

Tonight's the last night of the winter play. I have a small part as Henderson, the tight-ass IRS guy. Lots of people are in it, but I won't tell you who. You'll have to come see the show to find out. IT starts at 7:30pm, tickets are $7, and it's in the high school auditorium.

I have to write a college essay. Blech.

I feel like I should be going on a long diatribe about something, but at the same time I feel like if I were to do that, it'd be real obnoxious. Besides, I can't think of anything to talk about for more than a paragraph. A short paragraph.

Quote of the Day:

"Kenneth, my virginity is a priceless thing to me!"

-Penelope Sycamore (from You Can't Take it With You, by George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart)

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