5-14-03-I’m b-a-a-a-ck!
Well, youth legislature is all done. So sad, what a loss. Nothing much to say, not much here to say it with.

Youth group is done. So much to say, so little time. Actually, there isn’t all that much to say, but I can pretend that I have something to say. Think. That’s what it said. Don’t ask me. It wasn’t my idea. But I still do it more than you do, so there! Ha, ha! Of course, on rare occasions thinking is a bad thing, but this isn’t one of those times.

Verses on the way.

Lots of short paragraphs.

So what? It’s not like I have anything to say? I came home, and now I’m here. I slept on the way, and now am awake, for a little while. Soon I’ll return to the world of silence. But not yet. Maybe I should write a paragraph on some topic of some importance. Or not. It’s random stupid stuff again. I don’t care what kind of plane it was. Go away! I’m not listening! Dunce.

Wind. What is it? It blows things, and can not be seen. It is one of the best metaphors for many things, things that are there, but cannot be seen. The effects of it are visible, but the wind itself is hidden.

I get to listen to Spirited Away for the first tine in four days, and get to sleep in my own bed, and do what I want to, without a room full of irritating people joined to another room full or irritating people, connected to a hall full of air. Everything I do is now what I intend to do, though soon I should sleep, because I was tired enough to fall asleep on the bus coming back. This is the first time in four days that I was able to use my computer to write something, and it is very nice. I can also begin to finish my new character.

Three funny things. Wow. No to bed. Sleep well. Am I talking to myself? Oh well. It really doesn’t matter either way, thought I’m not sure what the other way is. So sad. Good night and good bye.