ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this post was going to start off with what a quiet and peaceful Saturday afternoon it was, but instead I decided to say fuck it. Because it doesn't seem to make much of a difference anyway.

Well, here we are. It is the beginning of another week, and hopefully an eventful one. First of course, official ownership of the car will be mine, and there should be a picture or two to mark the occasion. Well, that is actually all I can think of right now, but hey, it's real early in the morning, so back off!

YOU CAN'T DO THAT WHILE %S!

Wow, I was going to come on here and just post some random stuff about how I'm losing my mind, but then I noticed that this would be post #200. It's not that much, when you think about it. I mean, you could spend an hour or two reading everything in here, yet all it took was a few minutes in front of the keyboard every now and then to put it out there. Fantastic. Because of this I have decided to write a book using the material here. The only problem is getting someone to pay for the printing. Ah well, scratch that whole idea. It is now 7:00 AM and my smoke detector keeps going off every few minutes for no good reason, it's quite obnoxious. Unfortunately it is Saturday, so there is no chance of getting anyone out here to fix it. That is of course if there is something wrong with it. Well, I've just arrived at my autopilot destination, so I'm gonna go, but I'll probably be back later and we can celebrate the 201st post.

So here we are, at the beginning of another attempted all night session. Of course, we have the aid of soft drinks, possibly a cigarette if I could get one from Jon, and binge video games. Also, it will make sure that I get up and go to class tomorrow morning at 10:00AM. Ugh, terrible early. Ah well, it will just seem like terribly late to me. Of course, my steam could run out at any minute and I could be off in my cozy warm bed spending the night dreaming about whatever it is I dream about. Yeah that would be ne.asjf............. No, must remain strong, vigilant. No real reason why, just haven't done it in a while. And this lava lamp right here is very nifty. The cold is here and unfortunately I have no long jacket, or I could go stand around outside with no pants, although I can sort of already do that, thanks to my 3 inch balcony. Nothing much new to report, same old same old, school, labs, D&D, grocery shopping, comics. There we go, covered it all. I hope I mentioned class in there somewhat. Oh yeah, and 3000 minutes on the phone.

So it has been brought to my attention that there are actually still people who read this. Fantastic, I salute you. Not only the people I know mind you, but also all of the random strangers that seem to pop in. It gives me a nice ego boost to think that someone cares. So why the renewed interest? It's not just fame mind you, it is really because my typewriter is currently being borrowed which means that when I am struck with the urge to write something, I really don't have a way to let that out, seeing as how in this state my handwriting is even worse then usual and not even I can read it. So here I am. Hmmm, what news is there to impart? Well, I am finally pretty settled into things here in my fancy new apartment, although the room remains rather empty, according to the very tall man currently engaged in Dungeons & Dragons with us, which doesn't really brother me, I've got everything I need, the flag hangs on the wall, the record player is hooked up, and my addiction to World of Warcraft is back and as strong as ever. Now if only some fancy ladies would drop by. Instead all we get is a bunch of random guys knocking on our door late at night looking for the people who used to live here. Now I'm not really sure what kind of business they were conducting, but if I hadn't talked to someone for two or three months and found out that they had moved somewhere else, I probably wouldn't just go knocking on their door. Smacks heavily of a booty call. Disgraceful behavior, mostly because it means the ladies that used to live here were hookars. Oh well. I have become really accustomed to living with the people I live with, they are like a little family, which is nice because I can bum food off of them and not feel bad about it. It also means that I don't have to sit around by myself most of the time, since there are three other people living here. The fun part is they are all damn crazy, in their own little ways. Fantastic arrangement, plenty a night has been spent just hanging out in the kitchen laughing about dumb things and generally flipping out. Well, I really have sort of run out of steam, and it is never a good idea for me to force myself to continue when the feeling just isn't there. So yeah, I'm out, but I'll probably come up with something more interesting in the next few days. Stay tuned!

Symptoms of Mania:

• Decreased need for sleep.
• Restless, agitated, can't sit still. Increased energy, or an inability to slow down.
• Racing, disorganized thoughts, easily distracted.
• Rapid, increased talking or laughing
• Grandiose ideas, increased creativity.
• Overly excited, euphoric, giddy, exhilarated.
• Excessive irritability, on edge.
• Increased sex drive, possibly resulting in affairs, inappropriate sexual behaviors.
• Poor judgment, impulsiveness, spending sprees
• Embarrassing social behavior
• Paranoia, delusions, hallucinations

So it's the first day of school, which means my boring days of just sitting around my apartment are finally coming to a close, or at least I get to replace it with boring school work. Ah well. Time for a meeting.

Hmmm. I'm guessing that they way to keep people coming back is posting stuff a lot. Well, I just got myself a PS2, so I've been a bit busy playing all of the Final Fantasy games that I missed out on. But tonight there may be some craziness going on, and I guess I'll post it if I can remember it.

No matter how bad of a day your having at work, it's not as bad as finding out that trying to laminate the credit card machine will break both.

So it's official. The Jeep is haunted. I stood around with the mechanic for about five minutes in front of the car today, waiting for the lights to turn off so they could finally see what I was talking about, but of course it didn't ever happen. Oh well. At least I've got a new radiator now. That is also about all I've done today, because even though I was awake all night the night before last, I decided to stay awake until five in the morning reading comic books. Which meant that, aside from a few annoyances ever couple of hours, I pretty much passed out until six in the evening. It was fun. I recommend it. And now I'm off to take a shower. I recommend it.

Man, I've been awake for a long time now. I think I'm just starting to lose track of what being tired feels like. I've just been reading some comic books for the last hour or so. Tonight was a good night, saw March of the Penguins, which was penguin-tastic, watched some Midori Days, chilled with Kristen, then went home. And here I am. I think I'll go bake some cookies.

Well, the sun is starting to come up, hopefully it will be cloudy today. At least I got to catch up on some Naruto, that way the people that I watch with won't have to pass out all the time because they've already seen it. I'm not sure what I'll do for the next few hours, but probably hide up here in my room and then eventually start on my quest for a new radiator. Ah friday, who knows.

You really have to wonder at the madness that I myself am able to make up in order to torment myself with. It's probably not too healthy. But for some reason I have been running worst case scenario situations in my head a lot, and most of them lead me to the conclusion that I just don't need to worry that much, because nothing that can happen is all that bad. At the very least it's no different from where I know I would end up if I were just a little more realistic with myself. Of course, it is entirely necessary for me to continue my hopeless ambitions, otherwise who will? Besides, it's fun. To celebrate my new alarm clock, I am going to stay awake all night and listen to jazz on it, so I'll probably be back in a panic later when I run out of cigarettes.

This is the CDC, you have been randomly chosen out of all Americans to give us a blood and urine sample. Now.

Just to let everybody know, I have indeed hit 88888 miles. I will put up a picture as soon as I get one. In other news, I spent today coasting through whatever it is that I was doing sitting about two feet behind my head the whole time. Word to the wise, sleeping pills suck. I woke up at least six times last night, although the spaced out feeling I had all day was alright. Probably kept me calmer then I would have been considering recent developments. Oh yeah, I've also started to read the Qur'an, since I don't know a damn thing about Islam. I leave you tonight with a final thought: Wouldn't it be cool if the wind blew up? Just think about it, smoke wouldn't bother as many people, you wouldn't attract salivating dogs when your cooking something, and if you really stink, the only person you have to worry about is someone standing on a ladder above you, and that really doesn't come up too often. So yeah, scientists, get to work on that.

Hey Ebert, how messed up are you?
I dunno, about the same as usual why?
Cause, I'm not really messed up right now, and I think you are.
So what are you saying? Do you usually get really messed up or what?
Well, yeah, I get messed up.
When, tell me one time you were really messed up.
Like in the past year?
How about just summer.
Well, I dunno, there have been a few times.
Kristen, have you been faking being messed up? Have you just been pretending to be all spaced out when I ramble off about some inane subject?
Yeah, I guess, most of the time I just chill and listen.
But your not messed up?
Well, not really messed up.
Damn, I'm insulted. I can't believe you've been faking this. It's just... It's like a slap in the face.
Well....
Yeah?
Why don't we just get really messed up right now?
Hmmmm..... well, yeah, I guess I'm up for that.

So tomorrow it will finally happen. I've been talking about it for years now, thirty thousand miles ago I had a dream. And that was to hit the momentous occasion of 88888 miles in the Jeep. Tomorrow this will happen, and considering all the effort and hope I have poured into it, something amazing simply has to happen. Perhaps I'll travel back in time, or find a big sack of cash, or maybe even have a good time with a fancy lady. Only time will tell. Luckily, it is a very short amount of time, and I will know by tomorrow night. Marvelous.

Ah, an early night. These always kind of suck, but there isn't much choice I have in the matter. So here I am, tired from doing things for most of the day, and only getting a two hour nap around noon. I suppose it's for the better that I'm going to bed this early, but whatever happened to having fun at night? Here's hoping it will come back some day. Until then, to hell with the post office.

So I've decided to redesign the blog a little bit, that huge gap of white was starting to get on my nerves. So enjoy, it looks about the same, just a little neater. Also, remember to click on everything, that is always fun. Anyway, I'm awake early in the day, I've done some things I've needed to do for a few days now, and now I'm bored. So I guess I'll take a shower.

In a tragic accident today, Kristen and... some guy were decapitated late last night when a windshield that had been perched upon two shelve braces plummeted downward, ending their short lives. Sources say the window fell due to excessive "bumping of the bed" and had a little less energy been put into it, they could be enjoying a cigarette right now. So remember kids, don't bump the bed, unless it's really worth it.

Ah yes, another night concluded. A terrible day, lots of driving and gas trucks bursting into flames, and eat, oh so very much heat. On top of that I'm exhausted having tried once again to stay up all night by reading a book, then conking out when the sun came up, only to have to get up two hours later and taking Sebastian to get a hair cut. I passed out over at Kristen's house after my trip to the far away and mysterious east side, and awake to all these moves being put on, and I just lost it for a few hours. Sat around, didn't really say anything, just sort of existed. This is indeed how I went home, still holding out hope for a late night recall. Some anime and much needed cigarettes later, and things are all good again. Intentional and accidental transgressions are forgiven and put behind us, a nice goodnight, and here I am again, just about to rap up my Daft Punk and plummet off into the great void of sleep.

Alright, so I didn't stay up all night, but that was probably for the better. I went to bed at around seven in the morning, because I knew if I didn't get sleep I wouldn't be able to make the drive back from Cruces. So off to bed I go, it was a fabulous night by the way, one I hope to repeat sometime soon (perhaps even tonight!). Anyway, I got woken up by a phone call from Jess at about twelve thirty. So I moped around in bed for ten minutes and then got up and took a shower, and just drove up to Las Cruces, easy as that. Don't even think I told anyone where I was going. So I stop in this McDonalds parking lot where Jess said she would come meet me, but instead get directions to some apartment complex across the freeway. I drive over and meet the two wonderful ladies that would accompany me throughout the rest of my day's adventure. We sat around, talked of old times, and recanted fun stories that we may not all know. Afterwards we partook of some smoke, and then went off to a nice lunch at the local Chili's. A big burger and a salad later, our brisk, cold waitress received a note on her very generous tip. Next time, try smiling honey. Afterwards to Jess' place and hang out there for a while, off to meet a business associate to discuss a quick transaction, and we were gone, everyone went their separate ways and I made my way back to El Paso. A success, if I do say so myself, judging by the fact that I am currently comfortably situated behind my keyboard, and not behind bars. So here is hoping that tonight turns out to be wonderful as well, and that soon I will be awakened from a light slumber by a sirens call in the night. Good evening to you all.

Well, by now it has become very late, so I guess I'll be staying up all night, that will make tomorrow that much more fun and insane! Woot. Here's hoping I make it.

This might not be in the best of taste, but think about it, it could happen.

So today I was driving home in the middle of the night, and realized that I would need cigarettes to make my drive up to Las Cruces the next day, and it would be a waste of time to try and get them during the day, and I would end up late for lunch with Jess, and then the whole deal would fall through. So I stop off at my favorite Circle K and ask the guy if he wants to have a cigarette with me. So we are chilling around outside, he's smoking a stogie, and I'm smoking a brand new Turkish Gold. And we just stand around talking about the city, what happened today, all kinds of crazy stories. Then, when we were both done smoking he went inside, and I sat in the car in front of my house and enjoyed a large jug of chocolate milk and another cigarette. A very enjoyable night indeed. Smoking on the balcony, simply a wonderful idea, she never ceases to surprise me. A towel. Classic. Anyway, now that picture hosting is even easier then before I'll probably start doing it a lot more. I am going to get some black and white film developed, in between my business dealings out of town and getting my damn windshield fixed, and then somehow making time to plan out the big move with the family. Work is never over.

Interestingly I just found out that this webpage comes up on a search for the words "opiate" and "biolife" which means I'm not the only one trying to make an extra buck but not wanting to give up my extra-ciriculars. Good to know that there are a few more like me out there. And here we have proof of my rising fame on random web searches!

Good evening everyone, this is Allen with you here tonight on WRGY, NPR for the Southwest. You just heard a cut off of an album by Leroy Jenkins playing his wonderful sax. A funny thing about that album is he later went on to perform with the Boston Quintet on some of their best work, and of course, their trumpet player was none other then the famous Adam Berrel. Here we go.

Ah yes, the late night moments alone. This will be nice, quiet, peaceful times for the next few days. Just chill out in someone else's house while no one is there, watch some crappy TV, have a soda, and fall asleep on the couch. Marvelous. Things are looking up in general, feeling pretty good about everything. It has been tough, but eh, it's only the first day and already I get them out of my hair for a few days so that I don't have to be flipping out the whole time. Everyone loves a good element of risk in something, and this is just what this is. In more nerdy news, I think I'm starting to really get the hang of Das Keyboard, and now I simply need to make sure that I get the key that I first hit correct, otherwise I'm all thrown off. Also, short little keyboard commands are a bit of a hassle, because I can't check to see if I'm doing the right one. Passwords too, although this way no one has any idea of what my passwords are when I type them. Of course, I have to redo them a few times because I don't trust myself to do it right, even though I use these passwords at least six times a day. I know the keystroke combination by now. If only DDR were as simple. But I now have the upper hand, for I have a few days to practice without the distractions of some nice lady dancing next to me. I will reclaim my place at the top! And if not I'll just bring up how super-bad-ass this keyboard is again. Safe travels to a good group of friends, I hope to have you home soon.

I have registered a new domain name for this website, and within the next twenty-four hour period, you should be able to access this website through the address: http://www.timsmomnaked.com

Please start to redirect all of your traffic through there, and soon, everyone on the internet desperate to find porn (as in everyone on the internet) will also read the mindless dribble I put forth here.

Today is the begining of a new day in typing technology. Today, Das Keyboard arrived. Sleek black, unlabeled keys, individually weighted, this baby will up your typing speed by 100% in three weeks, because you just won't be able to look down, since there won't be anything there! Had a good day today, lots of sitting around and smoking, which is always good, and a bit of much needed DDR. Plus my nerd supplies coming in and a fun drive to the center of town to take pictures leaves me with the impression of an excellent night. Now I simply must brace myself for the next 10 days. 10 days is a long time, but at least I get to hang out in another house for a few days an enjoy myself. I'm thinking of baking something, but I'm not too sure on it yet. I'll keep everyone posted, and if your extra nice, maybe I'll send you some. Well, I'm off to bed, I have a job interview at Circle K tomorrow morning, I'm going to be a convenience store clerk. Woot. Everyone come and buy beer and smokes from me, it'll be great. Bring your ID's though, so I can finallt find out just how old you all are. Then my plan can commence! HAHAHA! Das Keyboard!

Ho hum. As these last few days pass by with me still retaining my sanity, I realize that it is altogether futile to try to not lose it. It's going to happen. My constant shifting from elation to driving away alone is starting to take it's toll. So the next few days should be nice and interesting, lots of postable material, since there won't be anyone else around to listen to it. Also, I came up with a funny story about Sabrina yesterday, or today, I forget, but anyway, I'll put it up here later.



Let the good times roll.


Ah yes, late night madness. We have just purchased a ticket on Greyhound for Rob to come see us. This was all thrown together in the last few minutes when we realized that it was not feasible for Daniel and I to drive to San Antonio to see him. So instead we banded together, and we will now get to see him tired and drunk tomorrow at 3:45. Excellent.

I love my drive home. It's almost my favorite part of the day. It's the middle of the night, it's just me smoking a cigarette, and I'm jamming out to some classic rock on the radio. Tonight was especially nice, good weather, good memories, an all around excellent time. Plus I get a chance to yell as loud as I want while singing, which means I'll be nice and quiet when I get home. A win-win situation for everyone.

So yeah, A-kon is over, bringing with it memories, laughter, and a good old case of boredom. Things have become exceedingly normal around here again. As for why? I can only say that there are lingering feelings floating around now, and the crazy highs of just a week ago must now be contrasted with this. Wherever this may lie on the vertical graph representing the good stuff. Ah well, we can only wait and see, and sometime in mid July the whole event may just repeat itself, but be even worse. Sometime before then I will post some pictures, those are always fun. Well, I'm off to cap some bitches.

The previous post has been classified. Below is the new, Ebert red trial approved version. Oh, you want to see the original version? What is your clearance citizen?

Well damn I feel good. A very beautiful night of driving around in the Jeep, clouds covering the moon, a light rain, some thunder and lightning. You just can't beat that. My grandparents just came to town, so that's always fun. And I just kicked our wireless networks ass, by fixing all the problems that it had. Damn I rule. It's so good to be home.

Woot, the show is almost over, which means no more sitting around in the theater building until midnight! It means sitting around here until four in the morning! Much better! Anyway, it's been fun, I learned some stuff, smoked way too much, had a couple of fun nights partying, and now I guess it's about time to start packing up and getting ready to head home for the last time. It's been a fun ride, but I've got to go put makeup on myself.

Ah yes, nothing like the glory of vinyl. Lots of it. I have decided to once again undertake the project of turning my collection of records into mp3's, since I now have a nifty place to put them all, my pocket. Woot. One can only hope more people will be drawn to the cause. In other news, the year is almost over, which means that it's time I get some stuff done that should have been done a long long time ago. But that can always wait, I'll hopefully do it sometime during the show. Woot.

Man, I'm bored. And the solution to this? Women. So yeah, women, show up. It'll be great.

You know what? Fuck people that ruin your day. Fuck people that distract you from doing work. Fuck people that throw everything off just so they can get their stupid kicks, or whatever dumbass reason they have for doing the things they do. You know, I consider myself a pretty nice guy, I put the effort forward, I don't like confrontation. I genuinely enjoy getting along with people. But for some reason this is some sort of indication to some people just to fuck around with you. I don't care what their damn excuse is, it's all just bullshit. People pretend to know who you are and sit there judging you. Well look in a fucking mirror.

So here I am, trying to memorize yet another piece of theatrical literature the day before I have to perform it. It usually goes well, but it's still a bitch to pull it all together at the last minute. On top of that, there is so much damn noise here. The guy next door has been practicing the exact same song on his tuba or french horn or whatever for about a year now, and he just seems to be getting worse. Everyday. In fact, I think I notice how he fucks up more then he does. So I try to go outside and enjoy a cigarette and watch the sky get dark, but all I can really do is listen to some dude on the fourth floor practice screaming his fucking lungs out into a microphone for his shitty band. Yeah, alright, music is great, but this stuff just sucks. Badly. Very badly. Now I am in no way musical, but I'm also not putting anyone else through having to listen to cats die inside of me. I guess I'm just bitter, and ready to move out of here and enjoy a nice quiet room somewhere else. That and I am looking around on the internet for anything to waste a bit of time before I have to go back to my script and work on memorizing some more. I'm not really sure why I do that, but it's an addiction, and you should respect it.

Wonderful. Things are good right now. It is a bit cold outside, but in general, things are very good. Had a couple of interesting conversations today about life, the universe and everything, and those made me feel pretty damn good. That would be the description of the entire break up until now as well. Of course, we haven't really gotten to the bad days when people start to leave again, but hey, all things must come to an end. And to go and look for car insurance for the upcoming weeks.

You know, Tim may be the only regular reader of this stuff, and I thank him for having enough faith in my posting (which has been spotty at best) to check at least once a day. I love you buddy. Buddy buddy buddy.

You know, every now and then I am prompted to remember the past, for whatever reason, and because of these memories of mine, you will all be forced to hear another story full of people you have never heard of. Of course, many people love hearing stories, and most people don't mind when you repeat them over and over again, since, hey, there are only so many stories to be told. This one however, I don't think has ever come to common knowledge, outside of the select few Puerto Ricans who were there at the time. I'm not really sure what brought all this on, but there have been several conversations about relationships lately. I was driving home tonight and was struck with the recollection of the first time I attempted to ask a girl out. This was back at St. Clement's shortly after arriving home from our two week trip to the east coast. Now, when there are only twelve students on the entire adventure, people get pretty close to one another. I had developed a liking for a girl. A quiet girl, quite reserved, but I had seen a real other side of her throughout the course of my two weeks in a variety of transportation methods with her. A real zest for life. Well, I decided to try my luck, and suffice it to say, it didn't turn out as I had expected. Of course, it could have gone a lot worse, it could have resulted in the loss of a friendship, which I have always feared in all of my relationships. Anyway, I realized then the drastic turn my life may have taken had this offer been accepted and continued on with. I see myself as a much quieter person, still stuck in the awkward shyness of my youth. Yes, I know, me being shy and awkward? Unheard of! But it's true, I had a severe lacking in the social aspects of my personality. I have met this girl several times since then, over the course of several years, and judging on what her life is like, and what the people who did get involved with her life are like, it would have been entirely different. I could stand here this very day, preaching to you from my keyboard, never frolicking in the carnal pleasures, or branching out into the areas with which I am currently engaged. Another thing that may have brought this on is the fact that I saw an old classmate from those days, on the train, and she didn't have the slightest hint of recognition on her face when I waved to her, even after seeing me several times on the train. I am of course not speaking of the girl from the above story, but merely a humorous coincidence to demonstrate the alterations and evolutions we all go through in life. Spring break goes well, although it broke my heart to break the news to Tim about how we will be unable to see him during this short time at home. I miss him a great deal, and I hope he knows it. In political news, the German election is coming up... Eventually, and I have decided to cast my vote. A little research is in order of course, but hey, I really like watching German news on TV, so that shouldn't be too hard. Half the break is now over, and it was a nice way to spend the middle of the week, with some theater. Both at my old performance space in the glamorous Coronado High School gym, and on quality local broadcasting. Although there were a lot of bitchy women in everything I saw. Anyway, the night draws to an close as the sun starts to creep over the mountains (man I missed these mountains) and that means I should probably go and get some sleep. Nothing like spring break to get you back into old habits.

So here we are, back in good old El Paso. Of course, the last time I actually posted anything was back in El Paso as well, but hey, I've been busy, as I'm sure we all have, so it's all good. Took a train home, and sadly it may be the last one ever, which would suck because they made me buy another ticket and then refunded it in travel vouchers, so I'm not sure what will happen if Amtrak goes belly-up before I use it. Anyway, save Amtrak, go here. And now on to current affairs. Not really much happening, just enjoying spring break by sitting around and wasting a lot of time, as well as getting ahead of Jon in World of Warcraft. There are a bunch of old Germans here, so I am forced out of my room for the next few nights, well, all of them until I go back to school. Good old futon, I miss you already.

Sugar and nicotine. That is what has gotten me through this weekend. I had a few white castle burgers, but when we look at what has kept me awake every night for the past week, it has been soda and cigarettes. Not that I'm complaining, I have gotten a lot done, and also wasted a great deal of time online. Last I checked I was at about one hundred play-hours for my character. Although when you pull twelve hour sessions for a while, they add up pretty quick. So here I am, just returned from the gas station where I resupplied myself with the essentials: candy and Lucky Strikes. And now I am struggling through a character analysis. Woot. Today I also got punched in the nose by William Crawford and slammed my head into a wooden armrest, all in the name of theatre. Today should be interesting, we will see how this whole drunken scene will play itself out. Well, I'm back to writing about my character's future. Till later.

So here we are, in San Antonio. I looked at my calendar, and decided that since I have no free weekends until spring break, and I have a free ticket, so why not come on down here and hang out? I just got out of the shower so I'm nice and clean, and in a little bit we are going to nerd it up with some gaming. Excellent. The couch has become somewhat less comfortable then I remember, but eh, beggars can't be choosers. Tonight perhaps there will be some partying with other El Paso folk, and a crazy all-nighters. Only time will tell. As for everything else, well, there is nothing else, so I guess I'm out of stuff to write about. Till later when I will perhaps be out of it enough to come up with an entertaining post.

Ah yes. You know when you have a really good night and everything just feels wonderful? Well, this is one of those nights. And coupled with the fact that this is the latest I have been up on a school night since this semester started, I figured it was a good time to get back into writing things for all to see on the internet. It really is quite amazing when I think about just how long today has been, seeing as how I dragged myself out of bed for class at eight this morning. Well, dragged myself out and set my alarm clock back half an hour, but still, I was first awakened at eight. I could go through the arduous task of summing up everything that has happened to me in the last few weeks, but eh, most people already know. Things are going very well, school is fun, I actually look forward to going to all of my classes every day, and have only missed one so far. I seem to really have everything together this time, which is nice, because there is something very satisfying about crossing out a big list of things to do in my day planner. That and most of it is theatre related, which is always a plus. I am almost tempted to pull an all nighter tonight, but I know what a truly bad idea it would be. Besides, Aaron isn't here anymore, and it is just not the same without that short hairy man sitting beside me, tooling away at some game late into the night. Although, I did spend a nice amount of time in the cold tonight, and even now my hands are still too frozen to work properly, practiced a bit of German, and just had a good old fashioned laugh. Everything is truly where it needs to be right now, with the exception of course being the vast distances between me and my nearest and dearest. I will end this post with a promise, or more of a vague reassurance I suppose, that I will begin to regularly write here, and try to make it more interesting for the general enjoyment of all. Until then, I bid you good night, and have a wonderful tomorrow.

Well, it sure has been a while.