Here's the deal.
I've been spending the last while doing a lot of introspection and trying to figure things out. Not to go into too much detail, but I've been going through a bit of a rough time lately. Just... problems. And I think I need a hamster.
Stay with me for a second here. It's not as random as you might think. Hamsters (especially Squishy) just make me feel happy. Like, purely undeniably happy and whenever I have a bad day they can instantly make it feel a tiny bit better. I didn't want to get one after Squishy died, because I didn't want to have to loose another one, either through it dying or through my leaving for college, but I've noticed really how much of a difference having one made.
I don't know what I'm going to do during college, but I'm getting to the point that I honestly don't care. I'm still thinking about it, but I'm seriously going to talk to my parents about it.
So, yeah. There it is.