The past few days have at some points felt straight from hell, but its weird how some of the most heavenly things you ever see come in the most hellish times of your life.

Driving sucks. My friends and family are the most incredible people on the face of the earth and i love them very much.

     And so the first week of my last year of high school is complete and what an interesting week it was. Some things were very, very good and some things were very, very, bad. Chalonmobile #1 appears to have booked her passage to automoblie heaven, but Sam is alive and well with a bit of a headache, but no ticket. Classes are surprisingly not bad, but i am definetly ready for a weekend. Lieberman lost. That sucks. I like Lieberman. I've always liked Lieberman. Even when i didn't like Gore and was for all realistic purposes way to young to have any sort of valuable political opinion i liked Lieberman. Dang. I had to write a couple of essays in Lit today. It was nice to have creative freedom. I felt rather stifled last year, so it took a few minutes to get back in the swing of things, but by the end i was honestly enjoying it. We are on a mission to kill the Bentwater Bear. Shotguns anyone? I like this stream of consciousness stuff. All in all the year definetly seems promising. I just hope it is generally a little more calm than this week. But as i was pleasantly reminded the other night, one thing might be totalled, but another is definetly not. Drive safely. That's an adverb.

Gooooooooooooood night.

If you ever encounter a genie, by no means allow him to come into contact with Joseph Williams or we will all without a doubt perish.

Sam is muy content.

The new year seems suddenly promising. Promising indeed.

This week has been a pleasant little whirlwind for my brain.

I finished the Beatles book and started Brave New World, one of my four books to read in the next two weeks. Sam Perren is above the laws of underlining.

What a seemingly improbable yet wonderfully pleasant little twist.

Fragment.

Sam is content.

Band Camp next week. Be prepared for SST # 2.

Gooooooooooooooooood night.

Ah summer. What a good time of year.

Mmm...test scores. Better than quesadillas.

I'm within 100 pages of finishing an 860 page book entitled, The Beatles. However i have yet to even begin any of my 4 summer reading books. 2 classics, a weird African book, and a piece of idealistic conservative smut. Incomplete sentence.

Zinedine Zidane = Firm