september: 23: 1998    :    wednesday
 

It is really cold. Just in my house. Outside it is just sort of nice, but inside it is downright cold. My fingers are frozen.

I got my Jazz Band CD's yesterday. Want one? They are pretty nice, but I think the band I was in sounds pretty bad. I liked the recording we made the year before. My solo sounds good, I guess. That's cool. Still missing jazz band, but not missing the fact that practicing is one less thing I have to get done.

She doesn't understand. I don't know what to make of us. She might be on to my master plan, but how could that be? She can't know, because I don't have one. I don't understand.

Did I mention I am freezing?

Marion.. is an interesting girl. I guess. I don't really know. But she worries a lot about her webpage and snobish computer geek friends. I guess I'm like that to, in a way. But yeah, I think marion's webpage is fine and she isn't angsty all the time.. but she is angsty a lot.

I have bills that amount to a lot of money. $35 for the phone bill. $100 for car insurance this time around. $135 for my pager bill for the next year. And I wanted to go to dinner with my friends tonight. And I need to front the cash for some pop for a fundraiser. I am glad I worked this summer and that I don't have real bills to pay every month, just every now and then.

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