Well i had this obscenely long entry-for me it was long- and the computer logged me out right before i saved it so i'll try this again. I was talking about learning German and how it's like Elizabethan English and I was thinking at the time that French is nothing like that but then i realized that French is like that. Regardez: Sprechen Sie deutsch? Ja, ich spreche deutsch. Im Muchen, haben Sie eine Freund? Ja, heissen sie Cathrin. Parlez-vous allemand? Oui, je parle allemand. En Munich, avez-vous une amie? Oui, elle s'appelle Cathrin. Speak you German? Aye, i speak German. In Munich, have you a friend? Aye, she calls herself Cathrin. Speaking of Cathrin, I must call her sometime. Sometime when it won't be something like two o'clock in the morning when i call her. I been thinking of writing a script for something, but i'm not quite sure what yet. maybe i'll re-write sno (Sno White twiggy version, psychobitch mothers, whores and all). I've had this thing on my mind about a girl who "has everything" but i haven't found a twist for that one yet (becuz of course you know there always has to be some unfortunate or sick demented twist in that kind of story). or something about a crazy far out there girl who represents that one thing several people can't attain in their lives or maybe i should just resurrect pagan babe (an unfortunate surpassing of events occurred with pagan babe). A year ago all traces of revised pagan babe drafts went missing. i lost motivation. i blame it all on the unseelie. Perhaps i will do that. I mean now being almost seventeen (in eighteen days to be exact) i've had some time to go through things and look back on them and i've had my share of mental breakdowns and whatthefuckamidoings to put the slightest bit of psuedo-insight into the story. I mean when i started it two and half years ago i was just an angsty little fourteen year old, whining about parental authority and bisexual tolerance and blah blah blah stuff like that. I think my mother found me very annoying at that age. Not that i'm a master sage now or anything but i'm certainly not the moping teenager that i used to be. Now i just casually sit in the middle of anywhere (like the CAPA desert) ranting raspy songs or le tigre and pulling up my stripey socks ( becuz they're always falling down) and making up songs on the guitar about people drama (ou est-ce que le andrew, chloe, franky is hot as fuck, this is the song of CAPA...)one thing i've learned: DON'T TAKE YOURSELF TOO SERIOUSLY!!!!!!! Supposedly we might have a new cellist next year and i forget how old she is but that's okay becuz if she does come then we'll have four cellists and taylor and i can feed her lots of apocalyptica and we can beg mike to let us play something like harmaggedon for a concert. And i will feed her rasputina goodness (becuz i feed raspy goodness to everyone). Also we're supposed to have seven foreign exchange students: 3 from Korea, 2 from Japan, and 2 from Brazil (girls mind you and they'll probably be gorgeous and make all the boys penis happy). Hopefully they'll like it at CAPA and hopefully they won't get any psycho host families like poor Cathrin did. you know i'd like some feta cheese... LOOK IT'S FRANKA! I saw her in one of her other German films. It's called Anatomie. Strange movie. Medical school, secret societies, performing "autopsies" on people that aren't really dead