Some things I've learned about myself:

Physically:
I take temperature in the weirdest way.
My body is connected. When one part of me is sick, the rest of me gets sick.
My head is not.

Habitual:
Midnight snacks are awesome.
I want what I can't have. Then when I have it, I don't want it anymore.
Every night I'm sure of something. It doesn't last.


Whatever. I've always hated being this cliche. Or just being cliche. So much for avant garde. So much for that whole "You remind me of an indie band" thing. What I'm saying is that there are times when you'll talk it out, and even if you haven't figured it out, the other person has you figured out. And most of the time it's because you don't want to hear what they figure out. Maybe it's not true and they just say it because they know you never will. Or maybe they're right, and if they know you well enough, they probably are, and they're just saying it because they know you never will.
That's so two nights ago.

But as far as I'm concerned, I can just listen to my "Hopeless Romantic" playlist and watch some TV about unrequited love. It begs the question: Can I actually go until September living off of the writing I'm doing, the guitar I'm playing, the music I'm listening to, the things I'm seeing, and the face I just can't quite make out? I had a dream about a year ago -- and I'm pretty sure it was true. And that it will come true. The problem was I remember everything about that dream except for one thing. And that one thing I haven't remembered since I woke up that night. That dream was my happy ending; that dream was my surprise twist. And I don't know who was in it.
But, on the bright side, it still means I have my happy ending to think about. And maybe I'd rather not know and be able to live without cheating and the proverbial skipping-to-the-end.

I'm not done yet. Because I don't think I've said enough. I don't think I'm being clear, so I'll go for quantity rather than quality of clues.
Clues to what? My me, of course!
Ee!

--
treefriend2.0


I finally found the one song that expresses everything I feel about girls. And that's cool for me. It's my approach, totally. But it's all mine(!), so don't even bother(!).

Haha, I said 'girls.' My God, that's going to come back to haunt me. In more ways than one, mind you.
Notice I've lightened up, considerably. Let's see how long that lasts.

Do you like apples? I got my employee code number for Blockbuster. Not a big deal, right? Wrong(!)! Now I can get ten free rentals a week. I think this means I'll be finishing my chemistry ILC early so I can watch movies in second period. How do you like d'em apples(!)?
(It's all in the delivery.)

Perhaps the Loneliest Sixteen Year Old Boy Born in Cambridge and Living in Mississauga,
- Andy

P.S. Jimmy Eat World's album Futures is good for nights when you just don't know what you want.
P.P.S. That's a polaroid at the top that my dad took some time ago. Older than me, I can tell you that. Anyway, it's much better quality and more impressive in person. I had to touch it up because my mom blew it up.