oh, the complications of relationships.

sometimes it sounds almost preferable to be alone in some town i'd never been with people i'd never met. i call that town College. yes, i want to go to College almost every waking hour of the day.

but, i digress. from what? from anything that matters at this point in time.

miss Harley leaves for Canada tomorrow. she will be missed, much. somehow, in some way, she manages to smile even when the sky can't fake it, and crumbles. she's amazing. of course, today, she pointed out a huge paradox laying in wait for her: she's oh so glad, since today was our calculus final, to not have to think about math for a long long time...until engineering school.

oh, miss Harley.

so i'm going to six flags with the science bowl kids on thursday. fun fun. i like six flags. i like the science bowl kids. good day. but i have to buy presents before then. and therefore paint the dining room to get money to buy presents. and therefore find the blue paint in the shed to paint the dining room to get money to buy presents. a piece of the drywall in my room just came off. nice. and by a piece i mean two square feet. niiice.

bleh.

i should have sex with...spencer. or sean delshad. just to shake things up. hahaha. god, what would happen... a lot of people would be peeved. including them. i need something like that, though. something totally out of the ordinary coming out of nowhere and no one knows how on earth it could have happened. i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex i hope it's sex. haha.

now my hands smell like...drywall. im so going to have to fix that tomorrow. eh. and i already have a journey to make to citywalk to purchase my sister's german raspberries and my mother's phantom of the opera cd.

yeah this entry has been very much all over the place.
james OUT.