today i went to school and in violin i began to fantasize about having a relationship with my teacher. he's in his mid 50's. a whirlwind romance filled with puerto rican accents, string instruments, grey hair and glasses. then i went to biology. at break i found the spot where everyone goes to smoke. an indian/middle eastern boy in my class who always wears a turban and asks questions in an unfamiliar accent pulled out a soft pack of camels and i sat through the rest of class trying to figure out how to become friends with him.

after school jon and i went to the cabrillo aquarium because i needed to go for school. we got really high and got to see sharks, jellyfish, etc. i just finished my math homework.

i'm going to sleep. i'm going to dream about an island where we are old and tan. we'll smoke a joint before swimming in the ocean and quench our thirst with rum on the shore and the sand won't get in our eyes and the salt water won't sting our cuts.