Entry again, entry again, jiggidy jig. 9:45 P.M. right now, but I have the obligation to myself to write. Today, as most days recently, was good. Like I said last night, I'd finished all my homework so my backpack was light on the way to school. I saw this cartoon image once of this boy saying, "I feel so tall, so proud, so free!". A boy hunched over next to him says, "Hey, you forgot your backpack." The once jolly boy puts his backpack on and frowns off into the herd of school boys.

I got my results for my second-to-last chemistry test back. It was 78 of 100 - I would have been the only C in the class, but I found teacher error in grading and got it nerfed up to 80, making me one of the proud B's. B for Bob I guess, but it made me happy. Sure, it lowered my grade in the class a bit, but I'm happy I did that well.

I'm extremely exhausted, but my cold is fairing a little better, which makes me happy. I'm really quite tired, but there are so many things I want to do. Part of me wants to stay up and read, part of me wants to spew out all my emotions into an incredible peace of poetry, part of me wants to do household chores, and my lesser-half is telling me to lie down. Maybe I'll do a bit of work then submit to the tired overwhelming.

We're learning about Japan in World Civilization, it's intriguing. I want to learn more.

Personal best in the gym today - Did all my exercises 50 times or more, sets of 10+. Good fun. Was accompanied with the great Jake, who is responsible for my insane Love Hina addiction. Praise him.

I just finished watching the Christmas special of Love Hina - which means I'm only one episode from finishing the entire series. I'm disappointed that it's over though . . I've noticed quite a few similarities in that drama parallel to the things I've gone through. Keitaro, the main character, seems to have absolutely no luck with women. It's sad really, and the entire story long I felt like screaming at the screen, and writing the animators appalling hate-mail. Yet, at the same time, I was strangely addicted to the tragic life of Keitaro. While all things fail for him, he still manages to find faith - a light at the end of the tunnel. What happens in the end? Happily ever after. I want to say, "if only life were that easy", but truly, it is.

Take care my friends.