A long time ago, there was a girl named Crystal. After she broke my heart, I've never really been the same. The details, for now, are not important - I'm still trying to work those out. And not so long ago, I saw a girl who looked exactly like her - Fish's best friend. How do I explain this to Fish so that I don't sound like a depraved lunatic? Well, I told myself that I didn't care how depraved I sounded, and I just told her, most of it. Fish has never looked at me like that before - maybe after "break" she'll understand when I try to explain to her. Maybe not. Right now, that's the fourth biggest problem I have on my plate.
Capstones, bloody capstones. There I said it. That leaves out problems first and second. Problem three is the most complex, the most erudite - feh feh. A pox on problem three.
Spring break at home is something I should never do again- I never get anything done. Not that I'm a workaholic at school, and seeing as how I only have one somester left, I won't have this problem again. It wasn't particularly resting, or enlightening, and in fact, since getting back, my knee has been bothering me something awful. If I had anything remotely approaching an active lifestyle, I suppose that would make sense. Right now, it doesn't. And all my other books for my capstones are sitting in the mail room right now - which won't be open until Monday. And my laptop - that's there too. Feh feh. A pox on your "mail room."
Seal'da wit a curse
As'a sharp'a as a knife-
Doom'd'a is'a your soul
And'a damned'a is'a your'a life'a
. . .
History is'a made at'a night -
Character . . . is'a who'a you are, in'a the dark'a.
-- Buckaroo Banzai, Lord John Worfin