(Dictation from random section of my dad's telephone conversation.)

"What about housing them though? Oh, and we can't oh i see, it was a labor force. labor...force... (dixie chicks playing from his headphones) Immigrants bring us the labor, and we can't house them. Of course we can't house lots of people now. (laughs)...well right now we look pretty unsustainable. And then it goes on. Well...good. (laughs) ohokay. I might add that. OK. Uh, later on it says, i need a short form here obviously. Is that over-simplifying it?...Alright. OK. (types) OK, gotcha. How bout a UCSD regionally based public program with the movers and shakers? Because you don't invite gardeners. (abrupt laugh) I'm scanning down here, I got Yankelovich and Mary in there too. Down near the end it says uh, Wallshock sees it as her rainforest analogy. I don't know if you've heard this before. Again she explains that earlier in terms of cross-fertilization, no species dominates, all of that. Urines. He also reports a great restedness among the Movers and Shakers. A San Diego kitchen table, where everyone gets invited for breakfast."

That's it, I can't take any more.

After a year of confusion that seems like five in my mind, my strife with Renee is finally over. Come one, come all, Matt is returned.

The first two weeks of highschool have been deadening. One thing after another has left a gaping hole somewhere between my heart and my stomach. The suicide threat, painful arguments with close friends and some bad teachers leave me feeling tired. My english class makes it all worthwhile though. Kelso is good good good.

I need some new friends, some new hobbies, and I need to finally go buy a bass guitar. Need that bass right about now.

Turns out the girl was just threatening to make someone feel like shit. Equally screwed up.

My dad is buying an ass-rapingly powerful iMac with DVD-burning capabilities, so my ninja movie is greenlighted. Script to be written soon.

I found out an hour ago that a girl I once spent an afternoon with tried to kill herself. No one knows if she's alright or if her parents found her in time. No one's answering their phone, so we think they found her but who the hell knows. What the fuck is wrong with this world?