I walked all around my house this evening with my pj bottoms, a grey tank top, and my fleece moon and stars bathrobe on. I strangely feel very elegant in this outfit.

Patch Adams was on regular tv tonight (don't have a sattellite, cable, etc). I think that Robin Williams has a very comforting voice. It makes me wish that he was my father or grandfather just so he would read me bedtime stories at night. Next time you hear him in a movie, see if you don't agree.

I get so tired of school by two o'clock. My butt gets tired from sitting all day in hard plastic chairs. I can't even read without being uncomfortable there. I miss being able to take college classes in addition to my boring high school ones. Scheduling is always such a headache.

I feel like I did accomplish something today though, I finished reading Madonna's biography. It was an assignment for English (to read a biography that is), and I enjoyed it. It is very interesting to me to think that everyone has a story. It makes me just want to sit and listen. The problem is, most people won't talk. At least not about their own story. Maybe we aren't supposed to. I like to hear them though, people's stories.

I also got a lot of stuff done here today. I hope people visit soon.