*12.24.2001 - 12:34 a.m.*

I just felt like writing...this is gonna be stream-of-conciousness style...

Why did he finish reading that piano paper I wrote? It's not my best because of this belief that I have. Basically, if you're going to put all your heart and soul into something, you'd better damn well believe in it. And respect your cause. I couldn't respect my rhetoric class. It was a joke. Consequently, I slacked off. I did exactly what she expected and wanted, and no more. I didn't believe it was worth the time or the effort. That sounds extremely JAPish, but that's how I felt. If I'm in a class where I know I will learn something, I'll work hard. That class was a joke.

Why the hell did he read that paper? Why am I still on about it? Yes, I don't know a lot about music. I want to learn, and I will learn, but not now. Later. Maybe in a couple years. I don't like to think that I'm a dumbass...I like to think that I'm pretty on the ball about stuff, but I culd just be lying to myself...although I don't think I'd do that. I want the truth more then anything. I can't stand cover-ups and cencorship and lies. They all lead to trouble.

To Leah, Lis, Lauren, and Joe: I love you. G-d, it felt good to say that. Someone once said that you should only say "I love you." if you really mean it, and if you really mean it, you should say it a lot, 'cause people tend to forget. I should say that more...and give more hugs. Everyone likes hugs. If people hugged more and yelled less, Things In General would be better. Hmm...

Ok, I'm done.