Well... It's about noon, and I just woke up. I love not having school or work, but I'm a bit concerned about cash flow. I'm not worried though. Anyway, that's not the point. Despite going to bed at midnight, I'm still incredibly tired. I'm hoping it'll fade as the day goes on. But, I've been really tired a lot lately.

Davidicuss says that I need to see a doctor. It's not that I don't like going to the doctor, I just believe that the body is capable of dealing with 99% of human ailments on it's own without the help of a doctor. In addition to this, I never went to the doctor as a kid. I never had a headache, or a cold and ran to the doctor. This was part of my argument against the attendance policy. I just wasn't raised that way. As a result of it, I've got a very good immune system.

I've been hanging out a lot with Mike lately. He was upset that I was leaving, and we hung out once, and it's been going on. I like him. He likes me. Timing sucks for the both of us. Que sera, sera.

Harbor Point never called me back. This pisses me off becuase now I have to wait two weekend days to confirm the sending of a fax and my ability to use the apartment on which I've already put a deposit. Grrrr.

I have lingering anger towards Target Corp. I think I'm going to pursue other options once I finally settle in. I liked working there in the begining, but it sucked more and more towards the end. And the whole fiasco with Robert just sent me over the moon. I hate him, he's a fucking idiot.

I'm really quite excited about moving. A fresh start. No one knows me, and I know no one.

Grandma is a cleaning machine this morning. She is clearly on speed much like that dream requiem movie. She has cleaned the entire bathroom, and I've not yet seen her progress in other parts of the house. She has literally pulled every piece of hair out of her collection of a million hairbrushes, and proceeded to sterilize them. I know a lot of people think that I undervalue her, but believe me... I know what it'll be like when she's not around. I know all about it. I'm a big boy, I can handle it. I acknowledge that I have taken her for granted.

I'm still worried about the Phil and David thing. They seem to think they can handle it... but I just don't know. Again, what ever happens, happens. They're stuck for a minimum of a year. That's not to say that I think they're in trouble... because I don't. I see them together, and very in love, but then I see Mike and me the first time around. Just because things are going great now, doesn't mean that they always will.

Phil needs to get his GED, and David needs to get enrolled in a college. Phil's going to be stuck at Target forever. He needs to work on this. It's not that he can't, it's just that he's so god damned lazy. Gahh. This is depressing, I don't want to talk about it.

So, uh, Lance Bass is gay. Please hole while I attempt to give a shit...






... keep holding.






Nope. Nothing. Whatever gives him happiness and doesn't decrease mine.

I just want to be happy. I'd like to bring everyone else along.

Gram finally turned the air conditioning on in the house. It's about time. The other night, I was sitting in bed, and I wanted to rip the skin off of my body. I thought I was going to die. It was so hot.

That reminds me... The other night, I was at Mike's watching Shall We Dance. It was twelve hundred degrees, and the windows were open and the fan was going. I was melting. To the point where I sprawled out on the floor because it was slightly cooler. So, what does Mike do? He gets up, grabs a blanket, wraps it around himself, and sits back down. I was speechless. Oh, and this wasn't just any blanket... No, no, no. It was the industrial strength, NASA created, polar fleece, fuzzy, makes its own heat blanket.

BA is going to be a 100 degrees in the winter, and zero degrees in the summer. I promise.

I went to Six Flags the other day for the first time in a few years. It was exactly as I remembered it. It was Phil, David, Katie and myself all having a little fun. We were going to meet some Boston people there, but their driver cancelled. It was okay. I left feeling sick, and had a headache. Oh, and did I mention that it was hot?

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¶ 13:54

What a marvelous disaster it could be. A gorgeous failure.

... or would it?

I think I might be falling.

¶ 16:08

It's been a while. Long while.

Much has changed. Sam and I don't talk for several reasons... many of which are hers, and many of which are mine.

We are both ready for the next stage of our lives, and it is what it is.

I bought a new laptop. It's freakin' huge. It's got two 100 gig hard drives. It's got an enormous widescreen flat panel. There is a remote for it. It's got the DVD burner with LightScribe. It's got a gig of RAM, an Altec Lansing built in sound system, A seperate number pad on the keyboard.. It's fucking awesome.

There you have it. Happy and Sad.

¶ 13:07

I'm moving. Soon.

Can't wait.

I'm transferring. Soon.

Can't wait.

I can't wait for a fresh start and to have all the responsibility that I've always wanted.

I've made a promise to myself to start blogging regularly, and I've decided to live my life to the fullest as soon as I'm in Boston.

¶ 13:50

It's the fourth of July, but it's celebrated in these United States as Independence Day. The day we told the brits to go fuck themselves. I'm sure there are people in this country that don't know that, and that disgusts me.

Furthermore, there are people in this government that has lost sight of what our founding fathers were trying to accomplish; freedom for all. Or, at least white men. And me, being a white man, well, I'd be okay with it either way.

Anywho, enough political ranting. I put in for my transfer to Target of South Boston, and I'm set to go out there at the very tail end of July.

I'm still working out logistics on that.

Thursday, Gram and I are going to have to go see Janice. =/

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