Well, things are looking up, I found my backpack with all my stuff, so my deposits on texts books should be coming back to me, not to mention not having to shell out another $100 for a new calculator.

I think I did alright on my Social exam, and I got to see my friend Cait today which was cool. She wrote down a poem for me, not one of hers but an awsome peice of work by Alden Nolan called "The Arsonist" from one of his books "The Mysterious Naked Man" which I must now find and read.

Here's the poem, I had to share

The Arsonist awoke afraid
At finding nothing changed
He'd prayed
Sane
Yet condemned to talk alone
Confiding in a man of bone

"I lost my kindling in a storm
And burnt my oil to keep me warm
God stript me of al save desire
My burning need to start a fire."

"Christ man,"
The man of bone replied
"I've used no matches since I've died
Why whimper for the fun of fire?
I dance although my marrow's wire."

Also, I got my hair cut, soon it shall be red.