So I got this little purple dragon amulet.  It was sitting on my brother's desk and he didn't want it, and I figure he owes me for the wolf-paw stone I got him from the biodome in Montreal.  Well, I just like the amulet thing.  I know it isn't jade, but it sounds real when you hit it against something.

I have begun a pattern of buying/taking things that are cheaper than they appear.  Or at least cheaper than my friends say they appear.  Like my pocketwatch.  I wrote a triolet about a pocketwatch.

As steadfast as the speeding stream,

As even as the pocketwatch.

It ever winds, and this to seem

As steadfast as the speeding stream.

Illusion like a fancied dream.

Eternity is found mid-notch.

As steadfast as the speeding stream,

As even as the pocketwatch.

 From March 28, 1999.  This poem is total crap.  However, it is about a pocketwatch.

A guy is under a streetlamp late at night and he's on his hands and knees looking for something.  A passerby sees him and asks him what he's looking for.  He says he lost his wallet.  The passerby helps him to look for it.  After a few minutes, he says, "Where did you lose it?"  The first guy points into a dark alleyway across the street.  "Over there," he says.  "Well why are you looking here, then?"  "It's light enough to see here."  This doesn't pertain to anything in particular.

I wonder what George whispered in Liz London's ear during the One Acts to make her laugh so wonderfully.

My Page-a-Day calendar's entry for yesterday was about Audubon and how he popularized (or coined?) the expression "thin as a rail."  And then an article about election fraud in India described some women as "rail-thin."  A rail is a bird, though, and so is a thrush.

Which is more fun to say, thrush or sheathe?  or shrift?  Definitely thrush.

And apparently today was the third quarter moon.  Am I wrong?  Sherlock Holmes didn't know that the Earth revolves around the Sun.  Was he wrong?  Yes.

I am wrong too.  I think it's first quarter.  I didn't know the moon made faces.

Sleep is more fun to say tha

wow, so, I guess I like xanga!  so many grreat people.  but anyway.

I was very angry at myself for not being in school on Monday, since that was the first day the parks were open by school.  Aroog.  The parks are ridiculous.  The parks are on the banks of heaven.

When I was scoping out Stuy when I was in 8th grade, I visited the park with my dad, and it was something else.  I somehow got the idea that I would be down there everyday if I went to Stuyvesant.  Of course, I don't know what's good with me and never went.  Now, in proper senior form, I am regretting not going down there more often.  When it's foggy out, New Jersey looks absolutely like heaven.  Which says something for New York weather, I think.

No, I shouldn't make fun of other places.  I was on the subway today and there was a convoy of high school seniors from Toledo, OH, and I got into a conversation with their teacher.  She was very curious--kept asking about Stuy and New York.  I love people.  Of course the way I got into the conversation was by explaining that the conductor's booth was not, in fact, a bathroom.

There seem to be parallels between Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana.  I'm reading a Malian book where this random woman in the middle of Mali starts crying when she hears that Marilyn Monroe ODed.

I remember one winter I was walking along the Hudson and there were these huge, beautiful ice floes along the edge.  Another time there was a condom.  We had a laugh over that.

This is sounding too autobiographical.  Sorry, I'm new.  Man that park.

So xanga.  I like reading other people's xangas but I've never written my own.  I don't feel as though I have much to say, but I like the idea of keeping one in case I want to let off some steam in the future.

Sing was not to be believed.  I am so proud of all the sings, but especially seniors.  I'm not sure if people think it's normal for a single grade to be so talented, or if it's no big deal if dance crews practice for hours after school, or if we should take superhuman musicians for granted, but I am absolutely stunned.  Holy shit, we're so amazing.

So were Juniors and Soph-Frosh, though.  We were a bit harsh on them.

Now that I think of it, nobody knows about this xanga.  Perhaps I'll tell people.  I'll have to be initiated into xangaland.  What's that language that starts with an X?  Xala?  Xaru?  hm.