I'm gonna sing the doom song now! Doom doom doom . . .
-- G.I.R of Invader Zim

. . . and I am so fucking happy. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I'm kindof dizzy but that's ok, that's fine, because it's done.

I have completed my college applications, made straight A's this six-weeks, written ten new poems, slept, eaten like a normal, unhealthy [vegetarian] teenager, and taken the SAT. It's not completely over; I got extensions on my LCCC work so that's due Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. And of course CHS won't stop, but I might take Monday off.

Today was the day of the SAT, but it was also the day of this really big art show in Gainesville. My dad and I walked through it a couple times after the test. We have pretty much the same tastes when it comes to that stuff. We both wanted this one painting with a purple cat chewing on a red snake. The cat had jagged teeth and green eyes. It was awesome, but it was also a 300$ oil painting. Guess I'll mention it to Ms Hines if I go to school Monday. Fuck if I don't wanna go.

I might talk about the SAT later. I will definitely be discussing the essay part with my Freshmen Comp teacher on Tuesday.

Tonight I will read the rest of a chapter, post at a forum, and then eat pizza and re-read American Psycho. Tomorrow I will memorize my Spanish speech and the next day I will finish my make-up work, because Tuesday I will give blood again and I will then be too mellow and unwound to give a shit, which is what I suspect I really need.

Lots of crap will be posted this week, because I can. Cheers to all, except a few, and you know who and why you are. To you, get bent.