Galway Kinnell is my hero.

So here I am, sitting here, doing my poetry journal early for Mateer's class so I can watch Dawson's Creek's demise tomorrow. My poet is Galway Kinnell, and if you don't know who he is, you should look him up. And read his poetry. Because its good, it really is. The purpose of me writing in here is just to say that, so I don't forget. Also, I like Sylvia Plath ever since I read The Bell Jar before I left for Andover last year. She's very dark. I mean, reach-into-your-soul-and-pull-out-a-new-emotion dark. I also read Sylvia Plath because she was mentioned in Not Another Teen Movie. Gee, that movie rocks.

I'm so happy that the weather is brightening up. Reminds me of Summer again. I like waking up to the sun. Nevermind, I can get through this week. Its just the AP test that freaked me out. But its over, and its done. So I'm happy. Good shit. Nothing of importance happened today. So I won't write about it.