if rebecca nurse be tainted, then nothing's left to stop the whole green world from burning.

stuff is good. diving is good. visits from lexington are especially good. physics tests are not so good.

i'm that little bit of hope with my back against the ropes.

i don't think i've had a structured meal in a week.

winnie goes to sea.

school's treating me well and that's good. i'm going to catch up on some sleep tonight and that's good. things are moving just fine.

it was the hide I grew; the weight of the shell was crushing you.

Time flew today, thank god. There's little to write about. As of now, I'm pretty excited for bike trips and homecomings. And playing trombone for a ska band on Halloween. Essays and outlines are kind of cramping my style and lack of sleep isn't making things any easier. Mater went to some meeting tonight about getting ready for college. Honestly, there's no way in heaven or hell that I'm ready for that kind of thing. What a decision. I don't want to think about all the work that has to happen between now and then. Until then, It's time for bed.

Basic geometry, two halves make a circle: you and me.

balance, repetition, composition, mirrors.

I'm procrastinating like it's my job tonight. I still haven't really gotten a single thing done. Hopefully, I'll find a wormhole during free-block tomorrow. I think that's the only way I'll be able to finish all the stuff I'm telling myself I can get done during that forty-five minutes. Work tonight was just a load of bunk. This weekend, though, was the polar opposite, so it's really all good. Things even out. Highlights include pirate golf, a certain scurvy dialect, a clubhouse, and watching late night television while not making sense. Despite all this homework mess, I'm feeling pretty good right now - other than the whole parting thing. That was no good. This week's looking solid right now. Word on the street's starting to say that Friday involve Alex and Paul Wall, which sounds good to me. In the meantime, I think I have a reasonable load, including a physics lab that could launch one thousand tears. In the meantime, I think I'll have a difficult-to-cope-with week of Choir. In the meantime, I'd better get some sleep.. If that doesn't happen, things are looking grim.

Oh, and a surprise party was perfect icing on a perfect cake. Pun intended.

most of all, the world is a place were ports and holes are described.

Why is it that Thursday is always the worst day of my week? At least this paradigm didn't pick Monday; at least i only have one day left in the haul. This weekend's looking ridiculously good despite compositions and APUSH homework. Tomorrow's looking like it's going to peak sometime soon after a field hockey game. Until then, it's looking like a load of bunk. Now, it's time to hit some books.