My dad just bought this program called Frontpage and it's supposed to be a really easy way to make pages. Hey, if it saves me the head room I have to use up to learn HTML, I'll try it. Je suis parasseuse. I miss the old Grant sometimes. I liked his little flip up haircut and his brown eyes. Does he get up every morning, look in the mirror, and hate what he sees? And then stick in blue contacts and brush out his hair and put on his khakis and polo and shell necklace? Je ne sais pas. My photo shoot is this Saturday and I'm really excited. I think it'll be fun, but I have to remember to get a lot of sleep and drink a lot of water since I've been doing only a little of both lately. Today I even had carb-filled wonton soup and felt really guilty afterwards. So i fixed it by eating a leaf of lettuce. Je suis pathetique. Hey, and we figured out why my computer wasn't working: turns out the floppy drive had a part of a disk stuck in it, and our Nero CD ROM burner was screwing up our D drive. Haha, Nero CD ROM burner, as in emperor Nero--the program also kind of thought it was the best and most aesthetically pleasing thing ever, and then kind of went batty and committed suicide in the end. Je suis drole. Sometimes when I wear this blue sweater I feel like rain.