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ok, mark, izzy and jim, YOU GUYS ARE AWSOME FOR STILL BEING OUT THERE!!!! I LOVE YOU! ok now that thats out of the way. i was just recently at penn state for the weekend and man was that miserable(sorry mark and izzy for not even calling but i was just too down.) the reasons being that it was the first time back without my apartment to go to and also that i wasnt really there long enough to do anything but hang out with andrew cause we had a lot of catching up to do and stuff. in any case i came to the conclusion on the way back home in my favorite drive that i have to make a choice. at least i think i do. i was thinking about how i'm getting back into all this stuff...writing and reading and cello and art and all that, which i've actually been doing and i realized that i didnt do anything like that over the weekend. and then i thought about highschool. i had no social life but my writing was better then than it is now because i did it all the freaking time. and i went from 0 to bach in four seconds.... and then i hit college and got friends and i was happy and everything else besides the painting and eventually even that went down the shitter. as it were. so does that mean i have to choose between being happy and being a good writer? being a good anything for that matteR? idk. we'll have to see. this exile from my friends will be a good testing ground. thoughts? thanks people. youre all awsome.