12 June 2002 - 11:32 p.m.

I am having an ugly day.

'Tis not one of those days when you look in the mirror and lament to yourself, "O! I am so hideous." 'Tis more of an internally ugly day. I feel like storming about and arguing with someone. Unfortunately, that isn't an option. I am not quite sure what I am disgusted with (other than the fact that you are not s'posed to conclude a sentence with a preposition ... that sentence would sound Grade A ridiculous if I had said "I am not sure with what I am disgusted." This is an online journal for goodness' sake, not an English paper. I feel as though I should be typing like this: i totally 4got 2 tell u about this 1 time i talked to this totally hot guy and he was like really hot he said wassup and i said nutin wassup with u and it was like great. Not really. I can't even do that well today). I am actually mostly happy. There is just this little tiny internal seed that is screaming at me, saying "THERE IS SOMETHING THAT IS NOT RIGHT!"

PEN Playahz first performance is tomorrow. It makes me nervous. We aren't ready.

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