The title is a bit of a joke. I'm writing a poem for the poetry contest - the theme - Tolerance. I've never been much of a fan of writing poetry when required to write poetry, but I suppose I'll make an exception, swallow my pride, and turn in my Tolerance acronym. I love poetry - it's always good fun. I've never really had a problem writing it, the words end up flowing easily out of my fingers.

The other things that are going on my life . .. .

Last night we went to the city to celebrate my Aunt Debbie's birthday and to visit Grandma. Visiting Grandma came first, so I'll tell about it first . . . she seemed better than the last time we saw her, but her blood pressure was a bit higher. She's still hanging on tight, and is still as thoughtful as ever. The only thing that was a bit depressing was that she started to get emotional when she came upon the realization that she couldn't come out to dinner with us because of her condition.

We went out to dinner with Debbie at a really fun pasta house in San Francisco. It was called Baca di Beppo, which means The Mouth Underground (sort of). Italians are a funny people like that I suppose. Anyway, the dinner was wonderful - thanks a bunch family! It was a bit hard to eat with the operation and all, but it was still a lot of fun to eat a nice family-style dinner.

The rest of my life is a story of emotional survival. Nothing really that gooey and interesting. Supposedly a lot of girls, many of whom I don't even know, are attracted to me. This is definitely a good thing, except it seems the girl I want to like me doesn't have a clue what's actually going on. I repeat, doesn't have a clue. One more time: doesn't have a clue. Either that, or she's scared to start a relationship. Either way, she's not the right girl for me, and it's time for me to start moving on. After attempting three different dates, I'm tired of asking. This whole thing is in her hands now - she'll still be a friend, but I really don't need the emotional confusion on top of the academic taxation on my mind. Carrie was talking to me about who I really like, and I couldn't give her the answer. I really don't know right now. Time solves all answers, and so, I'm off to go finish reading my leisure book, sit back, and recover. The bad taste in my mouth came and past (the wisdom teeth thing . . . nevermind).

I finished all my homework today in class. This was an accomplishment - usually I'm unable to do so. Perhaps this was because today I didn't talk all that much. People were asking me how my operation was, and looking at my slightly smiling mouth a bit, but other than that I stayed out of the social scene for today.

What I leave you all to contemplate today is simple. How is it easy to appreciate someone you were once attracted to simply as a friend. They don't call them crushes for anything - My eyes seem to find hers, my smile finds hers, but why? It doesn't make sense. As much as I'd like to confront it head on, I'm sick of it! I just want it to leave me alone for awhile, until I'm ready to face it once again. I need time and space to think.

I've got a meeting with the oral surgeon tomorrow. I'm crossing my fingers for an absence of pain. I'm also crossing my fingers for an absence of emotional pain. I just want to find the right girl and be happy. Doesn't that sound like the perfect love story? Perfect life story is more like it. Teenage lust and teenage passion blur in the epic novel of Bob Wilson's life. What does he do? Ride it out of course.

I talked to my old English teacher Mr. Olzman today. (I can't wait to have him again as a senior). Every time we meet I always feel very positive and good. We always have a little something to talk about - this time my vacation and surgical experiences. He's a good listener, but he's certainly a good talker as well. An English major and ex-lawyer. Good man.

Overall I got a lot of really positive peer support today. A lot from Carrie and Casey, a lot from teachers, and a lot from my good friends. Thanks everyone, for making life just that much easier for me on the way to school every morning.

I'm going to go finish my acronym on Tolerance for the poetry contest. I also finished "One Way Lover", "Tribute to a Maiden in Black", and "The Restless Dreamless", so if you want to read the poems just let me know.

Stay tuned for more of the gooey soap opera called teenage life.

Take care my friends.

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