I don't feel like sleeping. Have I ever mentioned that I believe sleep to be a grand waste of time? Truly if Darwin is correct, then humans will eventually evolve to require less sleep. People get less sleep on average these days, and natural selection ought to just kill off those who don't sleep enough but can't cope with it, thus allowing those with tolerance for little REM to reproduce.

I make a good cookie.

Tonight's performance at the Centrum was a biblical pain in the ass. No pun intended. Pre-UIL concert is, every year, like listening to a bunch of choirs' soundchecks. They say the purpose is to get people used to the performance hall, etc. That is total bullshit--you practice a song and then you sing it wherever the hell you're going to sing it, judges or not.

It bothers me how people say they rely on God for stability in their lives. People, the only thing that's going to really win you success is the realization of your own human potential--not the blind submission of your destiny to a faith for what has caused more pain in the world than anything, or your adherance to a string of "moral values" that's been mortar-and-pestled into your synapses on the idea of some supreme being's legal counsel. Mindless sheep do the world no good, and great men are those who have found strength in themselves through their passion and resiliency, not in a mass propaganda supposed to be higher than logic itself. The atheist plucks the thorn from his own side in defiance of those who pray and bleed because they are too cowardly to admit that we, not God nor Fate, are the authors of our own existence.

~you breathe life when you set me free

This morning I eat lasagna for breakfast.

Busy day today. I've got to go downtown this afternoon to see some agent from NYC. If all this stuff continues to leave me with no work I might quit wasting my/my mom's time and money going down there all the time and pursue this modeling gig again when I'm actually old enough. It has been kind of starting to bug me of late.

yarr

Ugh. Feel like pain. I've got an addiction to the gym. Last night at nine, me and Sterling went and I feel like shit today. I did everything. I even did the thing where you lift a weight disc with your neck, and shrugs, and bicep curls, and calf raises, and leg presses, and incline/decline/flat proline benchpress machines, lat pulldowns, some cable machine that's like military press, etc. I didn't have time to do abs, that's tonight.

Except now I have to go work. I can barely climb stairs, how am I supposed to walk five miles?

God damnit, I love Bush. They are the best band in the fucking world! If I got to see them live someday I would be the king of everything.

It might turn out to be a lovely day after all. Very good coffee this morning. The best I've ever made (I say that every time I make coffee, as my father says of a pot of beans or a brisket, it's in my blood). Waffles with strawberries too. I woke up a few minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, so I avoided that horrid noise. Things are already going my way.

I think today was probably the most interesting day of spring break. I ate a multitude of interesting things today, including something called Bubble Tea. Nicole took me down to this Vietnamese tea place right next to the Hong Kong Food Market, where I, a long blonde-haired white guy wearing an orange shirt, told a strange man at the counter that I would most certainly like to try a "Passion Fruit Snow Bubble". I eventually received some kind of fruity, smoothie thing which had little balls of tapioca in it. I love trying new things. It was actually really good. We also got sandwiches from another Vietnamese place and Italian ice cream.

I nearly missed a call from Allison to go to the park and have a picnic when I got home, and despite having already eaten, we went and did that. I haven't walked around or even been to Meyer Park in a long time, but it was nice. Today was a serene day. We headed to choir rehearsal after the park, which I was kind of looking forward to at first, but ended up being sleepy and sore-throated. I should probably stop sleeping with the windows open and the fan on.

So, I had a very nice ending to a sort of average Spring Break. I'm probably going to the gym in a few minutes. I want to try a bunch more weight on the leg press tonight, maybe 450 or 500.

oh, fuck you, David!

I'm not trying to alter the course of history or anything, but if anyone is planning to hold a martini in the future, please be sure to get near me and look sad, so that I can pull someone I don't know aside and say,

"I think she's the saddest girl to ever hold a martini."

That was a line from Vanilla Sky, one of the worst movies in which Tom Cruise got to screw someone ever. It is supposed by those with more elevated tastes in cinema than I that the original movie, Abre Los Ojos, is a lot better because it doesn't have Cameron Diaz in it. Tears could fall, however, if no liquids are spilled on shirts.

I watched that with The Guys tonight. I've decided I probably need to stop calling Veronica and Kim The Guys because they're
A. Hotter than fire
B. Girls
C. Ninjas
D. All of the Above
E. A, B, and C

I bought a corduroy jacket from an estate sale today for two dollars. It fits really well.

This Spring Break is remarkably uneventful. Tomorrow is, like, the second to last day.

I'm really waiting to see if Jesus can do it--you know, rise from the dead and all. It happens tomorrow! On the next episode of DRAGONBALL Z!
Can the Apostles collect the dragonballs in time to bring back Jesus?
Will Jesus be able to defeat Freiza before he can unleash his terrible horde of Supersaiyan zombies?
How the fuck did we get bunnies and eggs from the gruesome crucifiction and resurrection of Christ?
Find out NEXT TIME ON DRAGONBALL Z!!!!!!111