"i saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying

crying 'nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows' "

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Is it really almost Friday?

I never thought I'd say this, but Weekend- I am not prepared for you. Days, won't you speed up in the passing? And won't you slow down in the looking back?

Today we were walking out of school and talking about how we'd look back and go "...what did we do when we were eighteen?" and I don't want to be the one who goes "...oh."

But it's not so bad, not as bad as I make it out to be.

I've tasted immortality, infinity, the "golden ichor of youth" and I've kissed the lips of mortals who- in that moment of brilliant ! the poets write with fevered pens of- stood, in that moment, swathed like gods. I've known Summer's middle name. I've tasted December's tears. I've run races and I've lost them; met hearts and won them, lost mine along the way.

That isn't so bad for eighteen, is it?

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School has been non-conducive lately. The construction, relentless pounding of piles ("class, today we are moving on to - ( ( ( BAM ) ) ) -"), the DANGER KEEP OUT signs, the general newfound mazelikeness. Soon we're going to need a GPS system to get from the classroom to the canteen!

...I know, I know. It's for the best. I understand this, because I am totally cooperative and forward looking like that.

I think I'll stick to studying at Coffee Bean (yay dates with Arafat no more. Now it's Nehru. WILL THESE PEOPLE STOP FIGHTING OVER LAND PLZ) for now.

Cara: I lost my phone. In the back of his car.

Lisa: ...Sorry you lost your WHAT in the back of his car?

Whitby, during drama rehearsal: ...Oh shitbuggerballs, now I've got to redo this bit.

Michael, during drama rehearsal: So I stand like this? Facing the audience, but facing her too?

Whitby: Yes, Michael. The 3/4 Profile View rule.

Michael: ...But. Then how do I look at her, AND the audience; at the same time?

Whitby: ...Strangely enough, Michael. You have something under your head. It's called a neck.

Mkay, now.

It's back to the whetstone.

I've got Vectors 3 to tackle, and a half-written half-poem from last night that'll tug itself right out from my spiral bound book if I don't pin it down with a finish today.