Watch it. Even if it doesn't speak to you the way it does to me, watch it. It just might move you to do something. No one, no one's work, is ever enough. I know that I can't preach. I'm not doing what they do in the movie, but I do more than most I know. No one knows exactly how I spend my summers.. since I'm not permanently home anymore. No one knows that I'm not just lazying around on my ass because I don't have to work. Watch the movie and do just a little something. Yes, money helps. But money isn't what people will remember.

    I'll never forget Patrick, or the influence he had on my life. He'll never remember me, and that's okay. I appreciate that lack of memory because it's not a portion of his life that I want him to remember with crystal clarity. But he will be able to look back on that time as something so much more positive because it wasn't money that taught him words, and it wasn't money that snuggled him when he was sick or shield his eyes so he couldn't see the man doing crack just feet from him. He won't have that impression, thank god. Please, just watch it.

     I don't think I'll tell them that their comments upset me.

    Edit: Patrick was one of the children at the women and children's shelter where I volunteer. He was two at the time, and one of the few children I wished I could have watch grow up.

I've decided to update just about every journal I own on here. Why? Read forth..

I get a call on my phone from an editor/writer while I'm standing in line in the downstairs cafe' waiting for my pasta.

"Ms. D?"
"Yeeees?" I am, by far, not paying attention. I want to eat my food in slow appreciative bites before my dance class. Food. Now.
"I enjoyed your articles, particularly, the one about women's basketball."
"Wait.. what? ..Larry ?"
"Yup. Hi. Your mom sent me a whole batch of your writing. She figured you'd never get around to doing anything about it. It's good stuff."
"She did what? You've read my articles?"
"That I did. Don't come after my job."

     The guy who called me is a friend of the Alumni. He's also a close friend of my mother. Because my mom knows that I don't typically show off what I write, ( Meaning, the articles and papers and whatnot that I really sit down and put effort into. Those that I'd want to see in a magazine, newspaper, online something or other.., ) she went ahead and gathered whatever she had, stole the articles I have posted on my writing site, and set them off in an email to this man. He read them and sent her an email back saying that he was immensely impressed. I have talent, he says. They'd like to use my work, he says. Now, he used to work for a huge publication but left due to issues with that magazine. ( So did a whole bunch of other writers and editors and whatnot. ) He also writes for a major newspaper.. of which he is also an editor. However.. the most circulated publication, by far, is a privately owned magazine that also has a widely read online site and hugely used message board. I'm psyched, but at the same time, I feel a tad embarrassed and a titch mad that she sent that stuff off to him without asking.

Holy Hell.

Most everyone's on Myspace now, thank goodness. Still, I'd thought I'd update here.

Kobe made 81. I don't care. Quit calling me to ask if I know.
The AFC and the NFC games stunk. I am not as excited about the Superbowl as I should be.
I have a new myspace.. space. It's all about sports. I figured.. since the sports world is going to be my career, I might as well start working on curbing my tendency to speak and then think.
Su, if you read this, I read a post you made the other day about you thinking about your nice guy traits. You're not a nice guy. Don't worry about altering what you aren't.
There's no boy now. I found out I'm not patience, and I really don't like to baby people and their feelings/feelings of inadequacy. Well.. I knew that already. I just learned my limit's a solid two months. Oh, and never ask me to go on a break. I'll just tell you to go away. ( It was a really nice feeling though. I enjoyed it. I so won't wait on someone. ) If you aren't ready to be in a relationship or aren't mature enough for one, don't be in one, it's that simple.
Poor Tommy Haas.
The SEC Tourney won't be very interesting this year. 
The Dance won't be as interesting as I thought it would either; however, I think the brackets sure will be.
Kobe is not the shit. Seriously, stop calling me.
For that matter, the NBA still relatively sucks. Take that.
Further more, check out my new site. It's all public, so you can read the articles. Myspace.com/color_me_composed.
I do not mean ''composed'' as in ''calm.'' There's another definition.

That's all.