It occurred to me earlier today that I’m a hell of a downer. When I’m not bouncing around I’m collapsed in a recliner feeling sorry for myself, thinking about how the world is shot to hell and I just want to die. Have I always been this freaking pathetic? Ugh. I disgust myself.

I talked to Keelan today. It was weird. I just needed some help finding poetry for speech. And he’s a poet. A damn good one. So I figured he’d be a good person to ask… So I asked him.

We talked about senioritis. He likes his psychology class. He got into Tulane. Right now it’s between NYU, Boston, and Tulane. Jesus.

I can’t even hope to go to LSU. I haven’t felt this stupid in a really long time. G’damn. I should probably apply myself a little more.

On the upside of things, the tournament is this weekend. I’m stoked. Leah and I are doing a duet– The History of Mankind.

For Prose/Poetry I’m reading a collection of Melody’s work from the past three summers.

God. I’m so nervous.

After the tournament, Kim and Sam and Kelvin and I are going to hang out. Not really sure where, or for how long, but it’ll be good to see Kelvin again. I haven’t really spent any time with him since four weekends ago. I hung out with him for three hours last time he was in town. And that was the weekend of pukefest. Not too fun. So yeah.

 He sent me flowers for Valentine’s day, as I metioned in an earlier blog, and they’re just now in full bloom. Gorgeous. Agh. Good job, Kelvin. :)

On a not-so-happy note, Walter may have been raped. He’s walking funny. And licking his ass a lot. And yowling. Poor Walter. I really hope he wasn’t violated like that. He’s only a kitten. And that would mean that one of our other cats was a pervert. That’s not a pretty thought. Not at all.

 Tired. Going to bed. Have a lovely time doing whatever it is you’re doing. Nighty-night.