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Wow. I leave for Texas in about a week now. Chipmunk leaves on like, Sunday, which means that I could be gone in a week! YAY!!! I mean, the beef up here is just getting to the point where I can't take it anymore. I mean, as far as I know, there is like, NOBODY that I can just chill with without having like, serious guilt problems about one thing or another. That and I've tried getting a job since Sbarro's, and nobody seems to want me. Summer work or otherwise. There must be something wrong with me. Doughboy hasn't called or stopped by or anything, and he's the one who wants me to come and see him like, every damned New Years for his bday. I don't want to come back period, cuz I know I'll find a reason to stay here. But Christmas and New Year's are like, planned. But on to other things. Ebon's house was great, but he tends to be a little insecure about things. We got drunk, and I spent like, an hour talking to him trying to convince him things are worth living for. And that's a big step coming from me. Why is it that I'm only intellectual when I'm drunk? And man, Bodak was fucking HOT! I was like, OMG when I saw him. X-Man was cool, but he's just another "Yur crazy, I like that" kinda thing. I'm like a cross between the two of them. I don't think that Ebon liked that, but hey, he was worth seeing. He's always listening to what I say, I just feel bad. I know he's gonna read this, and I know I'm gonna catch shit for it, but he fell for me pretty hard. And he's less than subtle about it. I know people like me, I know I seem to be cute and crazy and all the things guys like, but hey, it's not gonna work out with anyone, other than Chipmunk. I'm sorry, but that's just the way things are. And I know how I should be honest to people's faces and all, but hey, this is the only place I can bitch about it without catching hell right at that moment. It works. But maaaan, am I actually glad to be home. I mean, I like it up there in Bumfuck nowhere, but I like cable and the internet and actually being able to walk and end up somewhere other than even further in the middle of nowhere. Cities are great. I mean, if I live in a farmhouse, it's at LEAST going to have neighbors around me. Their closest neighbors are like, a yard and a half (city backyards I mean) if not more away from them. It takes 5-10 minutes WALKING to get there! Uh uh, not for me. And Cheney, omg, that fucking cat is on crack or something. My fingers are the proof of that. She decided to use me as a chew toy. Stupid cat. But at least she's cute. But man, I'm like, out of things to say. I might update later, if I ever figure out where I put my little "Stick this in the livejournal update" paper. But hey...things go that way, ain't? Seeya later!