tired doesn't even come close to describing how i feel, thanks tiffany, i had a great time. too bad i'd just played 3 ultimate games and was really tired. was=am=is blue fingers from dyeing strands of hair different colors, slowly fading, like evil memories of time long past am i known as the asian kid with the fucked up hair, all bleached and braided? now colored? what is up with that? all these people, these band people, okay, maybe 2 or three recognize me just by my hair. the two classes that aren't isp. 4 hours is all i get palm sunday not keeping up with this, musings, not keeping up with work, school, family, or friends, okay, maybe family and friends, but not all the time, once again, i'll complain about too many things, too little time. value, priority. musings over 1/2 hour more sleep. you were cute, reminded me of a girl long ago, from high school summer programs. can't be her, unless she changed names. probably never see you again. like two worlds colliding, well, at least one world, maybe mine own asteroid or less