Wow, I think I might start blogging regularly.

That would be nice, eh? I like to blog. Its good fun, and it is a good way to analyze things. I think, anyway.

Today...
... was interesting to say the least. First period I won a bag of delicous cookies. It was one of those little things where the class divides into groups and your group has to give a 3 minute speech on why you should get the cookies. At the end each person votes. And you can't vote for your group. I thought up most of the ideas, some basic presentation ideas, and did all the speaking. We won hardcore. It was fun.

Spanish was a blah period. I felt dead. I hate that class.

Math was good, but I didn't get to take my test this morning. That was a bad thing, kinda.

After school, I went to hang out at RadioShack with Robert. Twas fun. We played with an RCA care in the parking lot, and I eventually jumped it on tope of my car.

Then, I went to school for rehearsal. And the lights are painfully screwed up. From Mister Buc, methinks. I hope Anthony saved the scheme. If not I have to spend an hour or two re-patching everything.

I wanted to show Lisa some things with the lightboard. I wanted to be around Lisa, more than anything else. I feel pretty consistent about liking Lisa. And, I feel asking her out is most definetly worth any risk to my pride. Which was shot to peices when I was struck helpless by the changes in the lightboard. I felt like such a dumbass. Ah, well. I need to talk to her today or tomorrow. I need to talk to her alone. Because there are some things you just have to say in some semblance of privacy, whether it be quietly to the person next to you on a noisy bus or what. I just wouldn't feel comfortable doing it around other people. I would rather do this sooner than later. Its a burden that is becoming heavier all the time.

I don't want to have this build up like with the Callan thing. That was not good for me at all. At all. I live on, better for it probobly.

Lisa is a special person. I want to take her out sometime. T'would mean alot to me. Tomorrow if the oppurtuity arises. Friday I will, come hell, high water, or promise of embarassment.

Ah well, we'll see.
-Matt