yeah, well it's been a while, i feel pretty selfish reading other people's diaries and not updating my own...not that i have much to update on. in fact i really have nothing to update on. at all. so, yeah...that's it

so, i've been going over some things about my life...just kind of going through an overhaul in my mind, and i realized something that kind of freaks me out. most people know that i'm the kind of guy that always needs to help people. i'm always like, "yo...talk to me, i can help"...i listen, i give advice, whatever. however i've realized that i hate doing that myself. like i don't like spilling out my problems and woes to people. it bothers me, and i feel like i'm compromising my ability to listen to other peoples problems. and now we come to the odd thing. and this happened on my way home from band. like... i'll imagine that i'm sitting with someone, and then i like just let everything out to the person that i'm talking to in my head...and then the person gives me like the reassurring statements and such to be supportive...and that works for me. like, no one ever has to know all of the mental turmoil that i'm going through, and i still get the benefit of having someone to talk to. does that freak anyone out...let me know because i'm not sure if it's real healthy or not. i might just be making my self crazy or something. geeze, the realizations that come from walking home from band at nine in the evening. crazy. and now... i'm going to do something other than rant about my craziness. sweet dreams folks.

who's got chemistry homework? yes i do!, who didn't do it? that's me too! however i did put together an amazing work of bull in regards to "analyzing the common theme of "death of a salesman" and "the catcher in the rye". my oh my, slacking off already. however i did finish my photo project and that's exciting. an excellent day at the baycrafters renaissance fantasy fayre with natalie. our inability to make any decisions about what to do is completely pathetic. we stood in the same spot for like a half hour before we decided to walk over to the beach. oh man it's sad. so sad that i want cry. ok...maybe not that sad but still sad nonetheless. so i need to figure out how to reenact "the importance of being earnest" in sock puppet form by third period on wednsday. yeah...that should be interesting. and not only that, but i have band tomorrow night...bleah. so karrie...any suggestions? i know you have experience with sock puppets. geeze. school has hit like a tidal wave of work and unneeded stress. but such is school...always. after looking over this post i've realized how much i use the puncuation "...". in fact, i've used it five tmes already, and i use it in other posts a lot as well. i guess that's how it goes. such is life. and baby, like a bridge over troubled water, i don't have anywhere to go with that...goodnight my sweethearts, good night.