enough to sort of start a little blush going once or twice.

but i didnt... accept... the offers.

why?

im not sure.

for one, my interests currently lie elsewhere.

but yeah.

the kid from the office, she's into art.

as in, she either paints or draws, im not quite sure yet.

and i probably won't see her again for a while, so eh.

argh.

i have to take a shower soon.

and i have to be at work by 900 or 930, as opposed to having to be where ever at 11.

but hey it means the weekend comes even sooner so hell yeah yo.

yo, i'm about to be really open and honest with you. dont hurt my feelings. laugh with me, not at me eh?

ok. so the first time i watched snow white in the theatres i fell asleep. now the second time i went with my dad. i got scared when the queen turned into the witch.

yo, im talkin serious scared.

my dad had to take me out of the theatre.

yeah.

i wrote five pages of a story today yall. this is the first time ive written story wise in a while.

since the beginning of the summer, actually.

which eh, may not be a while, but damn, i felt like i lost something.

its back.

i like the feeling in me of the story. i dont know if i like the beginning and all, but... its there.

buried.

yeah. im just not taking a shower. too tired.

butttttttttt..... on another note:

a girl ive talked to once or twice before was talking to me about myself. she said:

"you know how some people appear smart but then you talk to them and they just arent? and then there are those that just sit there and watch, really watch, and you can tell they're analyzing the situation. you're like that. you just seem really intellectual."

ha.

no... i mean, i was all flattered and everything.

shes only really been around me twice.

so apparentally i have a great ability to appear to be what im not quite.

but yeah.

eh, should i wake up an extra bit early for a shower...

eh eh eh eh eh eh.

the girl.

ah, the girl. she made a move, something ive been waiting for for a long time. and she acknowledged stuff i needed to be acknowledged, and admitted other things i felt.

shes still a great friend, nothing more, nothing less, but a piece of somethingorother has fallen into place.

so i feel more... whole.

and special.

i feel special. oh so special.

no, wait...

i feel pretty... oh so pretty... dun de de dun dun dunde.

o-liver o-liver neverbeforehasaboyaskedformore.

make a wish... count to three...

yeah, lets give it up for the soundtracks.

one of the best movies ever:

the phantom tollbooth.

good stuff. which i should find for becca and mail her a copy.

her birthdays soon, im just not sure how soon.

yo, i really need to sleep.

gnight my crazy crazy people.

every little step she takes