What, I'm writing in this again? Hmm, muist be desktop publishing.

Tomorow is my speach. 'What I believe'. I want to go first, because If I don't I'll loose my nerv while listening to everyone else. I will now refrain from mentioning it and anything else I believe in.

Life can be a little odd in places, have you noticed? I'm begining to wonder if I'm contageous or driving people from school- while I remain here all day doing wok, my friends flit through occasionally to find out what they've missed and practice their music. I don't have the time to see them outside of school, so it's a little isolating. On the plus side, isolation is great for getting work done- there are heaps of things I have to do, and I need the time to do them all. On the other hand, isolation is bad for ideas, as without interaction I often find mysef becoming devoid of ideas. I'd take them down as I have them, but they don't seem as good on paper in shorthand format. Then I end up drawing other people's ideas too, which makes me wonder if I'm just a sucker for pain. Not that I have as much time as I like- But that is to be expected. There is never enough time to do all the things you want- the lump of meet you use as transportation through the world is quite the high-maintainance vessel.

My parents are planing a party for my birthdfay. It's starting to become quite expensive- perhaps I'll try to pay for some of it myself. It doesn't really seem fair, especially concidering the whole thing is unnecesarry. Here, when you turn 18, you're old enough to drink, vote, purchace weaponry, and you've been legal to drive for 2 years.

Bell.

"Yoyo, we be we be turning the flats, you know whattum sayin?"
~Me, today, being a dick-head.
- posted by Washi @ 3:10 pm