"When he can look out upon the universe, now lucid and lovely, now dark and terrible, with a sense of his own littleness in the great scheme of things, and yet have faith and courage. When he knows how to make friends and keep them, and above all, when he can keep friends with himself. When he can be happy alone and high-minded amid the drudgeries of life. When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something divine. When he knows how to live, how to love, how to hope, how to pray--is glad to live...and has in his heart a bit of a song." -Joseph Fort Newton Today I purchased some nice pants, and a shirt from Marshalls, as tomorrow is the Senior field trip, and I am supposed to be dressed nicely. I am not sure I like the shirt much; it reminds me of cheap pajamas. The buttons are shiney. My parents are visiting all sorts of specialists do determine what treatment he needs. Apparently the only people (besides him) who get gallbladder cancer are overweight, old, females of Native American or South American descent. The homecomming dance was not a delight to attend, mostly because the gym was being an excellent sauna. The dancing of many people made me feel uncomfortable, as if they were not aware they "danced" in view of other people. I supposed "grinded pelvises" would be a better term than "danced." I made a myspace. It is boring looking, and I like it that way. Hello! I need to become more motivaed. Well, not motivaed, but active. I sit around too much for my liking. So. That changes tomorrow! Few things in life make me happier than watching my cats sleep.