we went to the bus station, four of us, three to see her off.

it was cloudy.

i think i might be getting involved in acting. granted its no stage crewing, which is what i love, and granted i dont like being in front of people most of the time, but i know the director. and i cant fully explain my friendship towards him.

he came out to his parents seven months ago. he's an english fanatic. his humor spins towards cynicism and sarcasm. he's the skinniest white boy ive seen in a long while. hes antideath penalty. he doesnt like the simpsons. he sings better than he thinks he does.

ive grown very attached to this guy recently.

if he asked me to act, i would.

but she left tonight, and will be gone for another four days, either stalling the way i feel about her, or stalling the way i think i feel about her, or helping me to finally move to a solid base on which to operate.

i joined the navy today.

ok, so no, i didnt. im sorry.

i was called innocent today. not innocent naive, just innocent.

i was also told that they couldnt see me with a

child and told that they could see me with a child.

i measured how big my head was today, but i forget.

im tired of being quiet, but still i sit quietly, making up excuses, wanting to be asked, but still i sit.

and in my quietness im lying to you.

im tired. i go to bed now.