*2001-05-22 - 10:48 p.m.*

Well, I am a ring slut. I think I just like the way they look along the side of the page. All nice, and pretty, and decorative. Plus, whatever gets hits, right?

I just read Lauren's diary, and I think I'm gonna get yelled at. She has been submitting work to Cassandra since her freshman year. I had to submit 5 poems this year because of my creative writing class. I found out today that one or some of my poems made it too the final cut. I've read the poems in Cassandra...they are you're typical high school poems. I like to pride myself on that fact that I'm not typical high school anything. So, the fact that one of my poems made it to the final cut...I don't know. I'm happy that some people like my work...

The thing is, some people call me a writer, and I'm not. I just happen to get lucky sometimes. Those times are few and far between, and they are the only ones that I actually have some pride in. Probably because of the spontinaety. The others that I've had to work at and work at, I still think they're crap. ::shrug:: I'm my own worst critic.

Speaking of critics, lets talk about sex...

Nope, sorry that was just to scare my uncle.

In seriousness though, I got my college survival checklist today. One of the items listed was contraceptives. I don't think I'll be needing those. My roommate, possibly. My friends, possibly. Me, only if Hell opens up a ski slope. But it got me thinking. Just about your average everyday teenage sex questions. No need to go into those. I just thought it was intresting.

Wow...a coherent, organized entry. Don't worry, I'll drink plenty of fluids and pop some Tylenol before bed :-)

PS: I forgot to mention that I baked today (with Lauren's help). Triple chocolate cupcakes. "Like an orgasm in your mouth!" - a friend. Yup, they're good.