What a day this will be
First period was great today, from a "now it's second period" perspective: Bing, Hieu, and I did our presentation of Ferlinghetti's I Am Waiting without a hitch, and I turned in my poem into Katrina with a smile, earning a compliment. So I guess I am a poet after all; woot.
Today I plan on eating at school, trading in four mediocre CDs for the new Gorillaz CD, and ... oh, hell, I don't know what else. I need to find Jessie, and tell her that I'm not going on the ACLC senior trip. I don't know if I can hang out with James, or if the movie I'll see with Amanda comes out in time, or if Alix will be free to be free, or just how much time this crazy wedding of my aunt's will be. But it's just great; I get to decide between a classful of acquaintences who I need to explain myself to .... them, or this fistful of closer friends (what is close? what friends? I am waiting for clarification) who I also need to explain myself to. Currently, I believe ... I'm going to stay here, because the last thing I'm going to do is regretting a possibility. And maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do; maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do.
For anyone who reads this, you'll know why I don't bother chosing what my "mood" is on the little lj options: it fluctuates too much, it's too much text crammed between the lines. : )