Josh

i watched harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban tonight. i liked it. i heard some bad things about it, like it wasn’t like the first two. um…dudes…it had a new director. i think it was pretty kick ass.

i went and played some basketball with the gang. i haven’t really been hanging out with them much since i started talking to Gaby all the time. i think at first they were pretty upset, like i totally dumped them and whatnot. but we all had a great time playing bball. of course i’m the master and totally kicked some ass. i have a perimeter shot beyond greatness. well, i can’t run really so i can just stand there and shoot. we played a pick up game with some assholes and we each won five bucks. not that bad for a game. could have made more if i had had more than five to put in.

i think i mentioned something about a girl from my ethics class last year. well, she showed up for one reason or another and we started talking and she’s saying how a few people in her suite found out about my blog somehow and are obsessed with it. i thought i would mention that so they could be like oooo that’s us. i went back to her suite and read her paper. it was pretty good. i made a few comments on it and i think she’s all set to go. there’s a party tonight at her suite and she wants me to come on over. i’m thinking about it. after that basketball i’m a bit tired from being sick and all. rumor has it that my friend tiffany will be at the party tonight. i haven’t seen her in awhile. mainly because we just haven’t gotten together, but also because she wants to “get� together if you know what i mean. she’s a great girl and all, but i’m just no in the mood for the kind of relationship that she wants. not to mention that she just got out of a relationship and well, for that matter, so did i.

i’ve been procrastinating on my novel lately. well, i don’t know if you’d really call it a novel. a story maybe. my book. a novel would be a masterpeice and i don’t think i am there yet. anyway. ever since i was a kid i’ve had this fascination with writing stories. my AP English teacher always used to say that i had to write her a book or something. she died a year after i graduated. when i moved to michigan she used to write me letters and send me cards. she emailed me too. nice lady. she had breast cancer and no one knew about it. i knew though. one time, i was at church for a youth group thing and i saw her there. she said i needed to pray for her because she was going to have another surgery and i was like…uhhh you had a first surgery. she told me abou the whole thing. she had breast cancer, the surgery, and she still taught during that whole time. well she passed on a year after i graduated. it was really sad. it was like i had lost a family member. she was a great woman and she always encouraged me when no one else would.