"It is not just, it can never be right."

[dyecaster]

I'm finishing up my journals for the Jocasta poem, a little late. Trying to get my twelve reading and eight writing entries. Here in the library second period, trying to do work and listening to Anberlin, simply spectacular. I've got to go to a lunch meeting thing for drama club, even though I'm not in it. Something for You're a Good Man Charlie Brown. It's crazy hair and makeup day for spirit week, and I'm doing my best to live up to that... both of them. Working on the makeup. My hair is short, but it's kind of weird. Tomorrow is orange and blue day, homecoming game day. I've got to drive my dad to the hospital before school and pick him up after wards. He's going to get surgery on a hernia, I believe. Life is good, this entry is uncharacteristically short and oddly organized, and I'm out of here.

Peace to you and yours,
Jon