I want a kid.
a little girl.
changing diapers.
"stinky feet."
her failure,
my acceptance.
helping her with
finding herself.
helping her with
homework
(feeling stupid
because the system
has outdated the way
we did it ( Read more... )

Today was the first time in half of a year that I've actually felt single. Cindy and I got into a fight(more like she did something stupid and acted like it didn't happen) between second and third block, and I didn't hear from her until after I got home. I mean, we talked it over, had a 'serious conversation,' and when she said, "I love you," ( Read more... )

I've been in a bit of a Say Anything meets Weezer kind of spunk. Between misconstrued conversations and making appointments, I'm over it ( Read more... )

Hey Jazz ( Read more... )

"CindyButterflies multiply ( Read more... )

It's easier to put on the show ( Read more... )

I told my dad that I'm dating a girl. "5 months on Wednesday." He took it well. I'm just sad that I can't be the perfect daughter that he gets to walk down the aisle and whatnot. I'm like... the more mature son he never had. heh ( Read more... )

Okay, so looking through Cindy and I's schedules... we have NO classes together! wtf? Sooo, I came up with the idea that I'd join band and she would join orchestra. There're two classes there, and the other ones would get jumbled up to the point that there would be a chance we'd land other classes together. Sooo, I held up to my end of the stick, ( Read more... )

Sunday, August 20, 2006 ( Read more... )

On Wednesday, Yasmin picked me up to help paint at school. Heading back home, we started to really talk. I miss that level of depth. We get eachother. Mrs. Jane came up about a fourth of the way home from Plaza. Yasmin kept insisting that I should audtion for 'The Skin of Our Teeth,' the Fall show that PAHS's theatre department is showcasing. She ( Read more... )