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11:21 p.m. - 16.08.02 Today I had what is possibly the best idea I have had for a while, and it really sucks that this idea was an idea about what my last entry in this journal should be. Now, I don't really want to stop having this journal, despite the fact that what I write in here usually doesn't have all that much resemblance to my actual life some of the time. It makes me happy to write in here. But this idea was just sooo good! It frustrates me - why can't I have good ideas in regard to useful things? I could rest my head just knowing that you were mine... I am drinking Gatorade from my Batman Forever glass, the one with the Riddler on it. This glass used to be my favorite glass, but it has been some time since I last drank from it. The memories make the Gatorade taste better - it's not exactly the tastiest stuff in the world, but we don't usually have it, so when I looked in the refrigerator, I was all like, hey, we have Gatorade! And proceeded to pour myself a glass. My new favorite glass is the mug that I bought at the Grange Fair, which is white with a blue stripe around the top. On the top, in cursive blue writing, it says "Votes for Women'. I think it is quite possibly the coolest mug I have ever seen. Some things that put me in a good mood - time spent with people that they think is inconsequential, leaving little notes for people to find, chinese food with my parents, hope for the future, alone time, Borders. There is a sort of strange attachment in me for putting hope into what could be a hopeless situation. Perhaps it is masochistic, but sometimes you just have to remember that things are not always going to be like they are currently, and, since there are so many directions that things could go, you might as well think of one of the good ones and make yourself happy, which in turn will facilitate the good ending of the situation. Good feelings are brought by good feelings, likewise bad. This is my book. Take my hand, live while you can.
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