So it's the last day before vacation. My parents are at a funeral (I didn't know the guy) and I'm home alone. The only person online is Adam, so I signed off, because I have a feeling that if I were to have a conversation with Adam right now, it would go something like this:
Adam: hey Me: hey Adam: what's up? Me: go fuck yourself.
Especially since he has little shoutouts to both the redhead and the blond in his away message. (Or at least, I'm assuming that's who "Katie" is.) Anyway, having that conversation wouldn't be good for anyone. It would make everything all awkward again. At this point, I'm thinking I'm just going to hate him for as long as I need to without letting him know. Hey, it's been my policy concerning Ivy forever, and that's worked out pretty well.
Today I went over to Kevin's house to work on the Latin project. It was basically a lot of arguing, because that's the way things go when they involve Paul and Dominic. But we did manage to get some scenes filmed, and I guess overall it was fun. The movie's still going to be really bad, but whatever. We'll still get at least an A-. On another note, it struck me several times while I was there that Kevin is rather nice looking. He is also extremely cute with his (four) younger siblings. Man. I need to stop being so shallow.
For lack of anything better to do, I think I am going to be philosophical.
It's interesting to note that no one knows the truth about me. What I mean by that is that virtually no one knows everything about me except me. Not even you guys. More of the "truth" is recorded in this diary than anywhere else, but it's still not everything. I can't possibly provide enough information about myself so that you'll get an accurate sense of who I am. In fact, sometimes I think that not even I have an accurate sense of who I am. There are things that I've forgotten. There are things that I deny. There are even specific events that I know I have intentionally changed or deleted in my memory to make them more pleasant/interesting/fitting based on who I think I am. Because of these things, my overall picture of myself is not accurate.
Most people have a distinctive feeling that goes along with them in my mind - sort of their essence, like those mental smells that I talked about before. (see "time" if you're confused, and care enough to figure out what the hell I'm talking about) Some people's mental smells are similar, like (and I always hated this) Ivy's and Adam's. If you think about it, everyone I know must have a different mental smell to describe me. And the wierd thing is, I've never been able to figure out what that could be. I've never been able to get that overall idea of who I am, no matter how hard I think about it. It seems like I have an impression in my mind of everyone but me.
I think this is something that Socrates talked about - how everything sees things a little differently, and everyone's perception is slightly off from the truth. He said that the truth did exist, people just couldn't quite find it. I think I disagree though. How can there be a truth when no one percieves it? How do you judge what the truth is?
Anyway, my parents are picking me up now and we're going out to dinner. It has occoured to me that we go out to dinner all the time.
I also spend way too much time on the computer.
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