update
I don't know why I keep this thing... so I can update once every three or four months I suppose.
Life is good. I'm really happy finally. What's weird is that I can barely remember the things that used to make me so miserable. I mean, I know the events, but it's hard to recall any details about them now.
School is fun. This week I have an aspiration to be a food critic. I'm taking Global Economics, English, Italian 2, and French 1. I'm becoming quadralingual! It's fun, I'm excited. Anyway, I want to be a food critic and have a column in a magazine or something, and I'll write a book about all of my experiences in the kichen and with other food people. It will be fun. And maybe I'll still want to do this next week. Or maybe I'll be a playwright next week.
Work is going pretty well. The guy who causes me so much torment is leaving on the 12th. He doesn't like me and I'm not sure why, but he tells anyone who will listen that I'm a lying, thieving, weasle and the spawn of Satan. I think that's a little strong considering that that particular insult was the result of a small scheduling error on my part. Ces't la vie...
I'm completely in love with Neal. He's one of the best things ever to walk into my life. It still amuses me to this day that I had a crush on him from the time I met him in middle school until I stopped seeing him in high school. And then I got a crush on him when I started seeing him again after high school. And now I have him, and I have no intention of giving him up any time soon. He's the best guy ever.
Dani has proved to be an excellent roomate so far. She's a lot of fun to have around. Her dog is ridiculous though. It's a ten-year-old, 8 pound peekapoo, with an underbite with a missing fang, and she's blind and has glaucoma in one eye to top it all off. If she gets mad enough, she stiffens up and falls over. Not very intimidating.
Okay. Bed time. Ciao.
Life is good. I'm really happy finally. What's weird is that I can barely remember the things that used to make me so miserable. I mean, I know the events, but it's hard to recall any details about them now.
School is fun. This week I have an aspiration to be a food critic. I'm taking Global Economics, English, Italian 2, and French 1. I'm becoming quadralingual! It's fun, I'm excited. Anyway, I want to be a food critic and have a column in a magazine or something, and I'll write a book about all of my experiences in the kichen and with other food people. It will be fun. And maybe I'll still want to do this next week. Or maybe I'll be a playwright next week.
Work is going pretty well. The guy who causes me so much torment is leaving on the 12th. He doesn't like me and I'm not sure why, but he tells anyone who will listen that I'm a lying, thieving, weasle and the spawn of Satan. I think that's a little strong considering that that particular insult was the result of a small scheduling error on my part. Ces't la vie...
I'm completely in love with Neal. He's one of the best things ever to walk into my life. It still amuses me to this day that I had a crush on him from the time I met him in middle school until I stopped seeing him in high school. And then I got a crush on him when I started seeing him again after high school. And now I have him, and I have no intention of giving him up any time soon. He's the best guy ever.
Dani has proved to be an excellent roomate so far. She's a lot of fun to have around. Her dog is ridiculous though. It's a ten-year-old, 8 pound peekapoo, with an underbite with a missing fang, and she's blind and has glaucoma in one eye to top it all off. If she gets mad enough, she stiffens up and falls over. Not very intimidating.
Okay. Bed time. Ciao.