Gleck

Bleh. My mouth tastes of blood. I guess this explains my mood these past few days... but I'm annoyed about it. I wasn't expecting this for another couple of days. If the pattern doesn't correct itself, I'm going to have to conclude this: that my own particular hormonal cycle lasts slightly less than a month. Brilliant, just brilliant.

I'm making a course change from yearbook to media arts. I think it's a good move. It's nearly the same course, but instead of taking elements of art and putting them together to create media works, we're taking media works and breaking them down into elements of art. (Does that make sense?) Anyway, we're studying much of the same things, but without my having to go out and talk to people and take pictures. I think my issues with people would have just been too much of a problem. I'm not really a group worker, and the whole thing was just too high-stress. This course seems much more fun and informal. I think I'll learn a lot more and enjoy myself. And the family is pleasantly surprised that I was able to plan ahead. It all works out well.

Happy memories.

Waiting in a fast food restaurant halfway from here to Toronto, staring out the window. The road trip is destined to end badly, but I don't know that. I'm among friends, with adventure ahead and good people waiting at home.

Flashing lights, pounding music. A gaggle of girls is trying to convince me to ask Weiming to dance. I refuse, and she sees me refuse. She wouldn't have taken kindly to it anyway. It's a joy we share.

Ella runs down towards me, off of the bus. If this were a movie, we would kiss passionately while her friends gasp through the windows. Thankfully, that doesn't happen. She hugs me. One perfect moment that lasts forever.

Summer camp. Inexplicably I find myself singing The Lumberjack Song to a large audience, since I have the accent and know all the words. It goes over remarkably well.

Just a few. Don't want to use them up all at once.