i am reading poetry on saturday night.
no big deal
i've done it before.
but this time i am nervous.
why?
one word.
self promotion.
this is the first time that i have invited alot of people that i dont know very well (i.e. the people i work with) to hear me read.
scary.
and plus i've been having a hard time writing something new.
when doing these events i usually try to write something according to the theme.
saturday's theme:
"direction: where the hell am i going"
(i love how non christian these events done by christians can be)
i hope that something will come up before saturday. it usually does.
on other news, tomorrow i am going to kansas to visit that girl that i kissed that one time.
should be good fun.
but probably not the fun you are thinking of.
unless you are thinking of a fun other than sex,
then it is exactly what you are thinking of.
good old non-sexual fun.
happy wednesday.
7:30 p.m. - 2004-07-28
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