I'm currently sitting awake at Trey's house, being bored. I'm stuck in one of those "god damnit" situations. I have my guitar, but I can't play it because Trey's dad is asleep. I have marijuana, but I can't smoke it because Trey's dad will smell it in the morning.

Chances are, by the time you read this, I will have snuck out in the back yard and smoked it, because being bored is uncharacteristic of me.

You'll have to pardon the offensive language and accusatory rambling in my last entry. I was drunk and resentful, what can I say?

I doubt I'll start using Xanga on a regular basis again. I never felt like I had much business using it after I broke up with Leslie, anyway. I only started "Rat_In_A_Cage" to communicate with her; people just happened to recognize the fact that I had one and began posting on it.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (I wish I had a nickel for the number of times I've typed that exact sentence on here). It feels like my life is starting to change again. I'm finally feeling like Hippie again. For a long time after I got sent away and had to cut my hair and such, I felt like a stranger in my own skin. I've been rockin' and smokin' a lot lately, and I've sort of gotten back into the concert scene. I know for a fact that the Summer of my tenth grade year is and will always be the best Summer of my life... but there's no harm in trying to follow it up with this one.

I've been working a lot lately. I work at Blockbuster, for those of you who were unaware (so if you want a movie, go to Video Warehouse). I'm still inbetween bands, playing with everyone but not actually playing with anyone. Mark Hubbard is talking about getting me to drum for his metal band. I may see where that road takes me.

My personal life has been better. Reanne and I have been together for over ten months now. I still feel guilty for stealing her from Josh. Things are different between us (Reanne and I) than they were several months ago, though. I guess I still haven't been desensatized of my idea of a "perfect relationship", which unavoidably leads to disappointment, regardless of who you're dating. I used to think I had a clear plan for our future, but now I question myself more than ever.

From what I've heard, the Section (at school) has gone to hell. I hope it's not as bad as people have made it sound. I don't want to return to nothing, so you all make amends with one another, forgive whoever for whatever, and come back. While we're trapped at that hell hole known as WRHS, there are few things to look forward to. The Section was one of those things... don't let it die.

It's too late and I'm too tired. I hope this entry means something to someone, somewhere, anyone, anywhere. If it provokes any emotion in you other than indifference, then my job is done.

I just hope it makes one of you smile.

--Hippie