My friends call me Connor and you can too. This is my online diary, where I'll tell you all baout every little thing I do. It won't be very interesting at first because I'm taking finals and can't post that ofter (need to study) but this summer I'll be going to France, and i may just tell you about it.
I'm currently writing a novel which may never get published. If it's rejected by enough people I'll just post it here. I'll also post a few short stories I've written, just to get them out somewhere. well, enjoy!

My computer just went temporarily insane. I was trying to download America's Army an dit made it up to ninety nine perent and couldn't take it anymore. I've added this picture of me. It was taken a year ago, so that's not what I look like now.

Today was alright. We were supposed to take the period C final this morning but I have study period C so I just wandered around for a few hours. The tourists have already started arriving so the streets were crowded. My friends Ben, Adam Jesse and I were going to go to the army-navy store, but it was closed so we went to Duncan Donuts instead. Adam and Ben had school IDs that gave them a free donut with purchase, so Jesse and I each bought a Coolata and used the cards tog et them free donuts. On the way there we passed a Coca-Cola machine that carried Dr Pepper, which wouldn't have been very memorableif every single store on Main Street weren't out of Dr Pepper. I tried to find it agian a little later in the day, but it was as if it had dissapeared. I ended up just buying a one liter bottle (I needed the caffeine) which is still half full now. I'm drinking it as I'm typing this. Ater that I had to take my English final, it wasn't very ahrd but it was LONG. And I don't know if I got the eight parts of speech right. Still no romantic prospects for me, although that may change soon because all the other people going to France with me are girls. But most of them are at least a year older than me and don't seem to like me very much. I'm on page 175 of my novel, I'm not any more ambitious than a 200 pager, so I'll just tie up all the loose plotlines and then move on to proof reading it, which will probably take awhile. I'd really like a hug, but nobody really wants to give me one. I think it's because I look sort of scary, my hair is unbelievably messy(I mean Einstein bad) and because I haven't been getting much sleep(finals, you know how it is) I have a sort of Zombie thing going on. A few days ago a girl named Lorelei tried to put the tag of my shirt back in (she's obsessive compulsive or something, and my lack of neatness bugged her) and I was so on edge that I grabbed her hand and spun around like a crazy person thinking someone was attaching a sign to my back. She was more than a little freaked out. That's about all, I'm hping to get a date sometime soon, but it doesn't seem likely.