My English teacher is beginning to scare me. To start off, he’s been married about three times. He has been arrested for robbery, though the charges were dropped - it turns out that he was meeting a woman in her apartment at 2 in the morning for, well a “meeting”. He carries a knife which he has used to put several animals out of their misery, including a cat several days ago. Apparently he’s been arrested several other times as well. I’m sure we’ll learn some more interesting things by the end of the year.

I’m finally going to have my birthday party next week (of course it’s over a month late, so it’s just going to be a party). I’m going to see The Forgotten (and hopefully find out exactly what that symbol on the wall means), then back to my house. I think that this will be the first time in several years that anyone I know has been over to my house. I’ve always wondered what people who have never been over here before think of if they try to imagine my house. There are of course some people that I know who’s houses I have never been over to before, but from knowing them, I get a vague picture of what their house looks like. Of course, this is complete nonsense, but it would be interesting to know.

I really hate being a perfectionist - but being one, I can’t imaging life without it. In my intro to theater class, for example, I keep going up to do the improvisation games in front of everyone. Now, this may be a mixture of both perfectionism and paranoia, but I always think that the looks on people’s faces as I go back to my seat are hiding feelings of disgust. I feel like the bad actor that keeps doing movies. Of course, I’m also being self-centered thinking that they’re even thinking about me, but it sucks nevertheless.