'Time sure flies when you're young and pulling off a lot.' ----From Jim Carroll's 'The Basketball Diaries'

I wish I wrote as well as he does. The subject is sad, but the writing is amazing. He says all the things I wish I could say, but don't have the balls to actually write.

Anyway, life is looking up. I don't know why or how, but it is. I can't say I mind either. Although, I went to Popscene last night after the party at the beach, and I didn't see Zach, or Laura for that matter. I got there really late, so I may have missed them. I didn't pay either. I just gave my ID, got a wristband, and then walked past the lady taking money. No one noticed. That's fucking fine with me! I didn't stay long since I was only going to find Zach and see the wife. Today I have nothing on the agenda but go to the show, write some cards to people, and maybe clean up my room if I get the motivation. Wow, this is one boring ass entry. I've been writing in my little red journal, and I'm going to make a zine out of it I think. I think it's going to an 'A - Z' type zine. Where I use a Scrabble letter as the first letter of a word, and I go through the alphabet with a page about a word or place or person starting with each letter. But we shall see, now won't we!