Dental Awareness Day/Chrysanthemum Day/Wiener Day/Cedarfest (Tennessee)
2004-07-18 @ 11:07 p.m.

I'm so happy! The poet part of me is anyway, the other parts are still feeling screwed up. (It doesn't help that I've run out of hair gel, so no spikes tomorrow. Well, at least it'll get a random compliment from some girl in class.) Vaish likes Another Day On The Patio too! That's it. I'm sending it in to Ms Ho for consideration for the reading at the Afternoon Of Poetry & Music! I hope she lets me read it, because I happen to really like this poem. It's my all-time favourite now, or maybe that's just because everything else I've ever written just pales in comparison to it. I wish I wrote like that more often. Damn it. Maybe who I sat next to while writing the poem did matter after all? If that's true, then it's a sad, sad situation, and it's getting more absurd. Something wicked this way came, and it certainly wasn't anything the cat brought home. I want to hide behind a wall of words. Let's play pretend, pretend that I never saw anything in you. (I'm not sure I did in the first place!) "I hate you" is taking the easy way out, not to mention an utter lie.