Alright, Brendan, please do not read my journal unless you are prepared to hear me rattle on about how brilliant you and your hippy habits are. Yes, it is official, you have that "artistic ambiguity" sought after by me. And your hair smells so damn good too! Hahah.

Well, I suppose I should try to summarize the day into a typical and all too trite journal entry so that the few people who actually find delight in knowing my very thoughts on a daily basis may be appeased (i.e. dave..hahah)

Tonight was quite enjoyable, and I am entirely thrilled that there is no school tomorrow. So while I get my beloved sleep, Brendan will be deprived of his. Oh, the wretched life of a college student.

Well, if you are reading this shorty, you are an amazingly odd fellow, and I do hope the best for you and am glad you found me somewhat cute. Oh, and I am terribly (just terribly) sorry that I had to take my Clifford slippers back, as I know how you had grown attatched to them. And, you are still the antithesis of me. :)

Now I have been granted my only two wishes (to talk to Brendan and to be free from school)and I am currently eating apple cinnamon cheerios, while drinking fresca. So life has elevated into a state of semi-bliss. I think I'm going to go watch Anne of Green Gables (yes, I'm such a nerd.. I do know that). But I am so very proud of Brendan, for he has learned how to dig his very own holes in the woods and make them into restrooms. Haha. Well done little hippy, well done indeed.