Yup, I'm home.
You guessed it, gals and guys. The move is finally (read: Nearly; as I have yet to manage to navigate around this damn weather + absence of a vehicle so I can get the rest of my stuff out of Ryan's apartment) completed. I have relocated myself from the trash heap of inner/outer metropolitain Boston, and into the refreshing calm and drolling of central New Hampshire. Alot of my time will be used for job hunting and constructing my studio so I can finish these damn comission jobs I'm late for. Diane loves it up here too. I'm proud of her for being able to grab a nice job so freaking quick. That girl has charisma that I will never be able to rival. She's been an absolute angel with the unpacking and moving, and is already getting to know the area pretty well. Kudos, kudos.
Been hanging out with Bobby alot, and ran into some of the olde town folks like Abe. It's been great catching up with some of the classic IL crew, and I'm really looking forward to running into some more.
LIKE CHOLEY *cough cough cough* Does she even read LJ any more? She can't be dead, 'cause Bobby said he ran into her like, a few days ago. She must hate me. Like EVERYONE ELSE THAT HAVE NEGLECTED TO RESPOND TO MY LAST POST. I really don't want my friends list to be narrowed down to three, guys T.T. Don't make me go emo. Review my past posts. I can be emo. Don't make me do that.
There have, however, been recent reasons for becoming emo. Monopoly, as I have discovered, is a game who's soul objective is for one player to develop a deep, destressing emotional reaction that leads to long periods of drawn out depression/anger/dissapointment/emo. If you or someone you know are or have suffered periods of Monopoly play, be sure to refer them to the nearest psychological assistance center. Stop Monopoly Emo before it starts.
Also, my prayers and thoughts go out to my Grampa Chippy, who has recently suffered an anyurism and is in care after a very dangerous surgery at Lakes Region General. As grim as the future looks, I know that Chip is fighting with all he's got. He's a remarkably fast healer, and the doctors say that his gift for quick recovery will really be put to test this time around, but I have faith that he'll do everything he can to get 103 years under his belt like he said he would. If something happens then... well, I've already given my wishes and prayers, and I'll really miss him. But in all honesty... it's hard to feel sad for someone who has lived such a fruitful and wonderful life. Chip's done alot, been through so much, and I am sure time is nearing for a well-deserved rest. Especially after all that picture-taking. Ho ho ho indeed XD
Todays a pretty big day, so I gotta close up. Love ya all, and I hope to see more phonecalls going to my cell. That's 603-393-5694 for you silly gooses that can't remember. Call me! Let's get together and do stuff!
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Been hanging out with Bobby alot, and ran into some of the olde town folks like Abe. It's been great catching up with some of the classic IL crew, and I'm really looking forward to running into some more.
LIKE CHOLEY *cough cough cough* Does she even read LJ any more? She can't be dead, 'cause Bobby said he ran into her like, a few days ago. She must hate me. Like EVERYONE ELSE THAT HAVE NEGLECTED TO RESPOND TO MY LAST POST. I really don't want my friends list to be narrowed down to three, guys T.T. Don't make me go emo. Review my past posts. I can be emo. Don't make me do that.
There have, however, been recent reasons for becoming emo. Monopoly, as I have discovered, is a game who's soul objective is for one player to develop a deep, destressing emotional reaction that leads to long periods of drawn out depression/anger/dissapointment/emo. If you or someone you know are or have suffered periods of Monopoly play, be sure to refer them to the nearest psychological assistance center. Stop Monopoly Emo before it starts.
Also, my prayers and thoughts go out to my Grampa Chippy, who has recently suffered an anyurism and is in care after a very dangerous surgery at Lakes Region General. As grim as the future looks, I know that Chip is fighting with all he's got. He's a remarkably fast healer, and the doctors say that his gift for quick recovery will really be put to test this time around, but I have faith that he'll do everything he can to get 103 years under his belt like he said he would. If something happens then... well, I've already given my wishes and prayers, and I'll really miss him. But in all honesty... it's hard to feel sad for someone who has lived such a fruitful and wonderful life. Chip's done alot, been through so much, and I am sure time is nearing for a well-deserved rest. Especially after all that picture-taking. Ho ho ho indeed XD
Todays a pretty big day, so I gotta close up. Love ya all, and I hope to see more phonecalls going to my cell. That's 603-393-5694 for you silly gooses that can't remember. Call me! Let's get together and do stuff!
<3