OH SNAPS! I LIVE!!
Yes, despite assassination attempts, I still exist in this realm. Nifty, no?

To whom it may concern:
I should have said I'm sorry over summer. Shit happened. I wasn't happy. Let's try again in December. If not, then whatever. I was an ass, you may/may not have been an ass, there was wrongs on all sides. I miss my skinny gay friend.

So I've been back at school for about a month already. It's not too bad. Classes are meh, but occasionally they're pretty cool, I'm growing a hate for C++, and I'm tutoring about 6 hours a week. Next paycheck should be quite nice. I'm hoping it gets much cooler soon up here in Portsmouth. The humidity is wreaking havoc on me. The new roommates are alright. I haven't had to kill and eat one of them yet, so I think it'll be alright. It's nice having some of my close friends up here living in the same building. No more wandering around to get to somebody's apartment. But let's face it, I can't wait to go home. As much as I love people up here, there's just no replacement for the ones back home. It's not like I could have an Ohio boyfriend and a Las Vegas boyfriend. That would be weird. And I love my Las Vegas boyfriend, and wouldn't dream of cheating on him. So no worries there. My boyfriend is too awesome, and tells me nice things. I miss him the most probably.

Wow. It's been a long time already. I'm sitting here, realizing I'll be in my second decade of life in just a few short months. Where did my childhood go? I'm already a sophomore in college, and it feels like a week ago I was starting high school. So much has happened since then. Broken hearts, iffy grades, losing sleep... Sounds about right. Lacking on the party quota, but that's ok. I've got better things to do... like homework and video games and DnD and concerts and costumes and petting kittens and such. I'm paying waaay too much money to go to an out of state school to screw it up by getting drunk. That would just be silly. I'm silly hats, not silly drunken stupor. I find myself averaging about 6 hours of sleep a night. And it feels right. That, and I've been napping on a regular basis. Oh how I love the naps.

It kinda sucks growing up though. Thinking back on things I didn't do, and things that I did. And I regret none of it. Life's too short to regret things. Learn, and move on. It'll make you a better adult, I think. Feels good, man. But being an adult, not so much. Playing with Nerf guns is frowned upon the older you get. Which is why I can't justify buying the $50 Vulcan. I want it, but could never justify spending the money on it. Oh well... Maybe one day.

So, I'm still in love with the idea of getting mail from you guys. It feels so awesome to just open my little mailbox and see things like letters and package slips in there. Like... someone cares So if you want my address, I will totally give it to you. But you have to promise to send at least a postcard or something.