Diary of a Wom'n

Like a silly fan, I mailed John M a rather-unsilly msg through his blog. I surfed for info on his bio and read comments of people that were blatantly not a fan of his him or his music. It was kind of a surprise to know of people NOT liking JM. But quite honestly, he did lose some of his respectability when he started to gallivant around with hollywood girls. His music says one thing but his actions say another. I guess this is his "New Deep", you silly silly boy. I wish he was more like that temporary group Fly. They were low-profile. I didn't expect it of him at all.

Anyway, I'm writing more poetry--in fragments. It's my timid approach. I can't make the whole. I'm afraid it won't be me. When I have one finished, I'll write it here.

My favourite student returned for the summer. I better choose my words carefully from this point forward. We live in such a paranoid world. He is a really sweet sweet boy--well hardly, he's a grown freakin man, in his last year before going to univ. I really like him as a student. There's an honesty about him that is so genuine. He's hard-working and always sees the good results of his hard work but at the same time, he also gives thanks to those that helped him. A sincere thanks, the kind where you know they mean it. Some ladies would say, if only I was 6 years younger then I would date him, but six years ago, we didn't have this perspective. We lived our lives in half-hour segments. Despite what others say and despite the fits of nostalgia that I seem to have, those WEREN'T good times.

So now my sundays are looking brighter than they were at the start of summer (I have less classes so I leave earlier now). I can't wait for August. There's going to be lots of activity.

GW