Monday Afternoon

Sometimes my own cynicism makes me mad. I bet there are times when I've self-fullfilling prophesied myself into a bad spot, just because I thought I would.

Anyway, I wish I could be more open, take people seriously, at face value. Instead I pin (my own) false motives on them and think that they're selfish (like me.)

Damn, I'm sorry.

I miss graduating. That was fun.

I drank tea today, at the Dush. Yeah, it's cooler if you call the Dushanbe Tea House the Dush. I went with Macx and Jake and one of Macx's friends Ian. He was a cool kid, but I can see myself getting aggravated at him if I ever were to spend more time than I did at lunch with him. I suppose that's how most underclassmen are. We ran into John, I had trouble recognizing him from far away. That kid has an amazing sense of style; I love it.

Anyway, I picked up my diploma and signed understage, so it wasn't just tea that drove me to return to school.

I also worked today, for my mom. My dad is feeling too crappy to show me how things are going to work down at the apartments, so I can't start painting until a day when he feels better. But my mom's project is more than enough to keep me busy. I also worked on emailing myself more photos to put on the theatre cd (better late than never) so if you want one, let me know and I'll get you one when they're finished. Looking through the year again is fun. I love photographs. Remember how different life was during The Breakfast Club? When did we grow up so much between now and then? I certainly don't remember. But things have changed.

I've been watching Family Guy from Netflix a lot today. That's a pretty good show. I saw it when I went to babysit Nathan and Joe once, and I enjoyed it. It's a good show to space out to. When I'm done with that I also have Buffy, which I actually haven't watched for a while.

This is how summer goes, I guess. I talk about mundane boring stuff. Oh well. It's only just begun.

I should go to the bank.

And if you read this, you really should comment. I like to know.