Well, I guess I don’t know what I’m doing again. One, I wrote a really bizarre poem yesterday… and when I say that it was bizarre, I really mean that I just felt that way when I was writing it. I mean… I think it actually turned out the way I wanted it to, without really trying that hard. Of course, I actually wrote two poems yesterday… not just the one. I started one long one, but I realized it was going to get too long, so I cut it into two poems instead. Funny Reeser. Today Chris and I went out to Target because Chris randomly blurted out that he wanted a black tie… so we went out and found him one. And he got me a Vitamin Water so that I could copy some of the text from the label into my poem. I haven’t done it yet, but I will. Plus… I had three brilliant ideas for lines that I need to change, and I should go find my paper that I wrote them onto so that I can change the lines tonight… before I forget and all of that. Makes me depressed to work so hard on these things that not even my family and friends really care about. I mean, stories they might get (some of them), but poems are really nobody’s thing unless I’m at the university, and then they just want to tell me to make them better or give me rejection notices. Ah… Reeser… But, why was it that I don’t know what I’m doing? I forget… Oh, yes… Warped Tour. I guess I’m getting up at 4:30 AM Thursday so that we can collect people and drive to Cleveland by 10 AM. That makes me so angry… I did not not NOT want to get up at such an early hour and have to worry about being *expletive* late or getting lost when I go to work there. It’s not fair. I wish I could drive. I’m 21 and I can’t drive… But, I mustn’t get angry. That would be undesirable. And then next Thursday Kerri is coming to get me and I’ll be staying with her out in Virginia for about a week. She’s so funny about me coming to visit… this is what she last wrote me about it: “hmmmm what you say about staying longer makes sense...you'd be free to stay essentially as long as you want...let's just get this out of the way, where do i sign on the adoption papers? ...heee...not quite” I’ve never been adopted, so that might be fun (not that I hate my family, because I don’t… it’s just funny to talk about her adopting me). It makes me think of my LOTR family… Kerri used to be my “grandmother,” back in the LOTR days. Too bad I won’t be seeing Melody this summer… I called her about a week ago, I think, but she never called back. Maybe I should have said who I was in my message… or not talked in my British voice? But… she has caller ID on her phone, so I know she knew it was me… I miss her. What else? The bug-man came today to spray for carpenter ants… so maybe they won’t be colonizing my room anymore. That would be swell, it would be. And… Katelyn was annoying me yesterday, asking me if I would help her figure out the American release date for some book or other, and if I would help her figure out if said book is the same as another book, just released under a different title for the American edition… and of course I said “no,” since I already had gone over all these things with her and left her to form her own conclusions about it… But she did give me a brilliant idea for how to get around the barrier of iTunes and it’s failure to carry certain musics that I would rather like to get hold of. My relatives often give me Borders gift cards, and I can use those on amazon.com, I believe… so after I post this I am going to go attempt to do so. Aaaaaaand… we’ll see how it goes. End. Reeser “Be sure that you appreciate everything you’ve got. And be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot.” | 
