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