Just got back from seeing Ocean's Twelve. It wasnt too bad. Not as good as the first, but then again nothing ever is. The show at City Park went surprisingly well. So well in fact, that our principle has decided that he wants to make a c.d. of the choir doing our Christmas music. So, that's exciting, eh? We record on Wednesday after stupid exams. It would be much more enjoyable if i didnt sound like Fran Drescher being strangled for the time being. I have a cold, in case you didn't pick up on that. Anywhoots. This year, Christmas day will be spent with my padre. And i realized that i don't really care enough to write anymore . . So, that's all i have to say about that. ----------------------------------------------- Okay, so i was going through old journals again, and since i have nothing of any real meaning to say as of late, i will be novel and quote myself. Because i used to be a genius. You will be seeing more and more of the old me, for i fear i am regressing. In the worst ways. "We tend to wonder why we care so much about something or someone whole heartedly. Why we allow our lives to revolve around one certain thing to the point that we could not and would not live without it. But many times, this thing or person does not return these feelings, and we are left with heartache and pain. And the strange feeling that we are completely unloved and will never be the same. This often leaves us empty-shelled, and stranded. "Compassion is the awakening of the heart from bestial self-interest to humanity. The word "compassion" means literally "suffering with". Without suffering, we would not learn the lessons that we need to learn. Without suffering, we could not fully understand why things are the way they are. And Without suffering, we would not know what true rapture is." Voila.