A test:

Before bed, hug your blankets and think of someone you like,
and if you feel your heart melting a little,
you are probably in love

Today I...

I had my art finals today.
Everyone at my table was doing pretty badly, even my friend who's usually just about the greatest artist in the class. But halfway through the period, that really seriously cute girl who sits at the other table lifts up her picture and....

She's a better artist.

I knew it all along, but she'd compliment my works so much that perhaps for a second I believed I was better.
Whatever.
I spent the rest of the period scribbling snakes and Alice-isms and ecstasy all over my picture.

It turns out there are better artists than me, better speakers than me, better writers than me. What does that make me? I'm pink again on that graph, right? Or lower...
My invincibility left.

Logic goes poof when emotions sink in.

A poof-kitty...

Last Plane Part II

Long-distance phone calls are ultra-expensive....
Too bad.

Off to bed now...
Bonne nuit.

Last Plane to London?

Before I leave, I would like to buy a phone, so maybe I can lie on my bed and talk for hours into the night with my friends.

Maybe it'll be still burning up over in my cabin, and the fan would be sighing all night, and in America, it would be a winter morning. I don't have such a good imagination, but just hearing the word "snow" makes you feel so warm. It's funny. Cold things make you feel so warm, but summer makes you think of cicadas and cool nights and bugs by lamps and Taiwanese winters.
I must ask about the ducks, in any case.

What if they make me take off my bracelet at the school?
I guess I wouldn't mind my wish coming true so much, right? I wonder if it still works... the heart came off the green one, so does it still count as the original bracelet?

Wait, I still haven't made a wish on the blue one...
How's "I wish I'll find something super-amazing one day"?
So selfish.
"Because the Pisces must survive, he can be a very determined, even selfish individual."
I don't really believe it, of course, but I'd like to play it safe.
Wishes are horrible things to waste.

Dizzy, dizzy, an afternoon in front of a screen...........................
Envy is when someone makes a better friendship bracelet than you.

Today, I...

• Dreamed of brilliant blue and open skies, thanks to a conversation with a certain someone awesome yesterday,

• Came to school with two (2!) friendship bracelets and a Rolling Stones shirt,

• Failed an English test with pride by writing absolutely nothing on the paper,

• Passed my History class with a 9 on an essay and the highest score in the class on the written portion,

• Had the students applaud after every comment I gave as Neitzsche in the World Congress and was given a special opportunity by the teacher to make a final speech (oh, perhaps not so bad at public speaking after all?),

• Came home early, ate at Arby's (tis hard to decide which mixture of horsey, HM, and Arby's will taste best on roast beef),

• Finished my first friendship bracelet, which isn't a turtle (yes!!! excited! What will she think of it?)
  

• Feel invincible!

Perhaps I'm more of a brown on that bar graph down there?
Oh, a pang of guilt... arrogance?

Not fair.

If all your goodness and talents could be counted with numbers, you ought to graph them. I wish they would all add up to the same height, like a row of orange singular bars.
But look, they're all so uneven... Blue is so much better than purple and green and brown...
Perhaps Hitler is the little orange bar in the corner of the box.
Which one would I be?

On weekends

You feel irritable, dirty, uncomfortable when you can't wash your hair by 4:30 in the afternoon,
But you know it's better if you wait until Sunday morning.