| I got a new notebook today that I'm very excited about. Well, actually, it's sort of old, but I haven't ripped all the pages out yet, so therefore it is new. I started to color it orange but I gave up and just put a sticker of a hummingbird on it. Exciting. Anyway, I sort of just remembered that I had a Xanga at all... most likely I won't be faithful to it whatsoever, but hell, it's worth a shot.
I have a new fish. His name is Bjork. I'm a little obsessed with him... perhaps a little more obsessed than one should be about one's fish. But he's beautiful. No, seriously, you should totally see him, and not only is he beautiful but I've turned him into a pyro! How, you ask, the hell can a fish be a pyromaniac? MY FISH CAN. I lit a match and put it up near the fishbowl and Bjork got all excited, but not in the trippy high way, more like the can't-stop-staring way. It made me happy.
My mother is practicing her guitar in the living room. At Clifftop this year, she has to play a concert, and the fiddle player is mad fucking fast. He also, coincidentally, is seventeen, and also, coincidentally, was the first person I ever had lip-on-lip contact with. I can't really call that my first kiss, because it was so fast it hardly happened. But whatever. (I recently found out that Sam and Jessie went to the place where Sam and I made out, my first TECHNICAL kiss. And made out. Ironic...)
So today I found out that my friend Ashley's brother Ryan wants to get high with me. It strikes me as completely amusing, but whatever.
I think I'm in love with someone I've never met. It's pretty exciting.
MUSICALIA IS IN TEN DAYS. TEN FUCKING DAYS.
I feel like there's something out there that I don't know about yet, but it's calling me. Well, I guess I know that it's out there, but I've yet to come across it. It's like this dark, beautiful underworld. I've dreamt about it and tasted it once, and it made me quite afraid but now I crave it like something I've never known.
What have I become?
I have become a man.
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