And another thing! I have absolutely no imagination whatsoever. Par example, if someone haded me this pair of pants, and asked me "What fantastic things can you do with these pants" I would be like "wear them". And don't you all be like "me too" because everyone I know would probably go out and buy some funky belt or artistically alter the flares to be ultra chic to the fourth degree max. I feel so bad in art class when everyone's making lovely collages and angry art and I am drawing many, many little horses, and every little one is named Lightning and is pure white and pure arabian and jumps the moon and races the stars, and inevitably wins every event entered against impossible odds. That, or anime. I'm good at that, though. I know I am. I think I am. I wonder when I'm going to wake up and hate the world around me? - I seriously doubt that Matthew Silva's auditory organ switch is ever in the "on" position. In one ear, and out the other. Or not in one ear at all. Or just out the other. Or it gets stuck between the eardrum and the stirrup bone. Here's my theory: Just like socks get lost in dryers, I think thoughts and words and suggestions get lost in Matthew's brain. But it happens to me a lot, too. I shouldn't judge. He really makes me mad sometimes, though. Especially when he makes you sad, Brigitte. I want to kill him and every other male at those times. - Does anyone know anything about The University of Findlay? I am applying there junior year. - I need some ice cream and to talk to Sei. She always makes me feel better, almost like a whole person again.