Beverly Cleary confuses us all...

I haven't blogged in a month and a half.

Ramona and Beezus that's way too long.

Blogging used to be this whole big thing among our little group of friends. All of a sudden i guess it just lost its appeal. Maybe it's because there has been less drama or issues or whatever you want to call it. Maybe it's because nobody really has the time or the energy to blog.

There's always the occasional one, but it doesn't seem often enough. I always check

the line of blog links every time i sign on to the internet, and more often than not, i am disappointed to see there has been no new posts.

I'm blogging about blogging.

Cripes.

I hate it when you get to know a person somewhat and then somebody tells you something about that person that causes you to change your whole view of that person. It confuses the hell out of me.

Example: I was golfing with a lefthanded Manhattanite today when we started talking about a girl who was having some health problems of late. "She's such a ho too man," he says. "What?"

"Yeah these guys from {town} told me they counted and she's slept with 16 or 17 different guys."

Dammit.

No one can be trusted these days.

The group of friends can be, but very few outsiders are we very sure of what goes on with them, and that's sad.

Our school is a bunch of potsmokers, but not James, contrary to popular(Trent Thomas) belief.



Golf

College

Things are going well lately.

I won my first varsity tournament ever today.

I scheduled my college classes on Wednesday.

The future is bright. I hope we can pull it together.






"...I smell the place where I spoke that language with such easy authority: a whiff of earth, a scent of oranges, and the fading smell of flowers."






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