2/21/06

Time: 4:20
Listening to::  People talking.
Wearing:: Black cut-off capri sweatpants, maroon athletic top, dark gray sweatshirt three sizes too big and a floppy ,gray ,fuzzy hat.
Last ate: Ham, catfish, some sausage, broccoli, and mint chocolate chip ice cream.  Lunch.  Heh.
Woke up: I don’t remember, somewhere around 11:15.

I wrote the last entry about Jennifer’s murder.  I knew the killer too, but not personally.  It’s just odd.  I have this urge to go to the funeral to see people mourning to figure out why I don’t feel anything.  Someone I knew got murdered.  Shouldn’t that kinda ache??  I mean, bad shit has happened around me before, but… I don’t know.  I don’t feel a thing.
I haven’t talked to Randy for a long time.  He hasn’t responded to any of the e-mails I’ve sent for a long time.  I’m kinda confused, but… he hasn’t responded since Valentine’s Day.
I may begin lining up a hip hop gig here soon.  My hip hop teacher might have an opening for me in some hip hop hair show thing that travels around the country on weekends.  It sounds like a lot of fun, and I’m open for it, but I still have to clear up a lot of stuff before I say ok.

-INMATE