I ate too much cantaloupe. I learned how to spell it by watching the commericials for Designing Women on Nike@Nite. This song always cheers me up. I guess because one time I had this rad dream where I was up on stage singing it. I could dance in that dream too. And my hair was still short but in retro 20's pincurls. Chuck is in Pamona with my dad. Overnight. I miss him already. Talked to Jesse Elledge. He is rad as well. He's in a band called Chrysalis, and they are well and good, if you like that type of music. He said that it was rare to come across an artisan such as myself. Funny, huh? But I suppose I am well enough in my writing. My first real piece was the Perfect Day, writen just to show someone my emotions. I wonder if he still remembers it? I wouldn't mind talking to him. I have been re-aquainted with many people I thought I would never really talk to again. Don, Alex, Malinda, Harley(tho I didn't talk to him, Malinda told me that he said "hi" and how old was I? Im seventeen now.) and maybe others I can't think of. Jesse is like the male form of me. We speak the same way, almost the same vocabulary. I find him using words I do. Like horrid, analitical, and so on in that vein. We definately think the same, and have the same opinions on things like music and other forms of art. I suppose under a different time and different life we could have made a great couple. But we are both engaged and happy with it. He is a great friend, and a great conversationalist. I have been feeling nostalgic lately. I dunno why. Maybe because the ending of my book is near, and I am confident that my short story is as perfect as it can be. But I am happy.