The week was nice. Nothing really got in my way, or got me off course. Then again, it was incredibly banal, and drearily boring. I've been drawing a lot more lately. Say thanks to Yvonne, my new art teacher. No deadlines, no guidelines. Just me, paper, and a pencil. I can do what I please, no one is to gainsay! That's good for me, but I really question my grades. Moving on to something a bit more understandable... It appears Mr. Wessling has committed suicide. Rather surprising for a man of his level. He didnt seem suicidal. Then again, it could've been a facade of sorts. Who knows? Ah, the sweet placid smell of cigarettes, combined with the smooth and sharp sounds of billiards. What a pleasing little atmosphere. Zack and I went to shoot some pool this day, and it made me feel a whole lot better. I need to get out of the house more. These days are starting to wind down to being just me in the house, with nothing to do. T.V. provides very little. Maybe I should go on a date...Step 1: Find a girl! does this intellect make me look arrogant? - Sanchez Machine | 
