Does self-discipline require a little bit of self-loathing to get itself started? It seems it needs a lot, in my case. Not prolonged, dragged-out misery, just a strong spoonful of extreme disgust. You have to go down before you can go up, at least for me. Strange how I cycle through periods of extreme work-ethic and periods of sloth. The day is really much longer if most of it isn't whiled away on the computer...it's quite interesting how much can be accomplished if the mind is set to its tasks. "Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life." The Drama meeting today was full of drama. The club is probably going to see The Producers in NYC, which I approve of. The position of historian is still not filled, because some people need to get in their applications in on time. And Ashley, your covert operation blows. Word on the street is that there's some kind of Shakespeare contest going on at school. I really want to get involved in that, but I'm having some trouble working the meeting Mrs. Murray part of it into my Wa. I'd love to give that a try. It's really simple at the school level, but the contest progressively gets broader as you move up the levels. I wonder if I could win from AHS? I'm sure there would be some very stiff competition. Funny how this time of year is always so filled with teenage angst and emotion...damnable hormones. Everybody sees everybody else for the first time since last year in September, and things start happening right away, but it's always early Decemberish when they work up the gumption to do something about it. Like clockwork, really. Just when you think you're all nice and secure in your little clique of friends, somebody comes along and throws a bowling ball into your pond. And that's what this wonderful highschool experience is all about.