I never thought it would come to this.

So. Basically, I decided to start a journal, I don't know why, because it sorta goes against my previous beliefs. Well, not entirely, but you know it is just something I really didn't feel the need for. You see, I have a journal already. It's personal, I share it with no one, except for bits and pieces of it here and there. I don't lie, because I hate superficiality. So I keep it real, and hide nothing. And the point is, it's cool, because I am just talking to myself, and that is all that is needed. In fact, sometimes I think it is actually more healthy to spill things out to yourself than ramble on to other people. I mean, why have ANOTHER place to write stuff, if it's not gonna be the real deal, all the shit that's crowding your jumbled mind. Not to mention, all that crap that comes with having one--not mentioning people that should have importance or whatever, and then the people getting mad that they weren't talked about. (yeah, char, and our agreement on the thought of live journals). Anywho, let me just preface this by saying I am doin it for pure entertainment for those yearning to peek into my life, ahem, specifically those um who have been begging me to do it on several occasions. And to those whom I told previously that I would never have a journal, I am sorry. I have failed. Eh, who keeps promises anyway? Wow. Ok, so I just talked about live journals for a long time. But really, I'm glad of it. These things should be talked about.

And on to other things...I guess an update on what the hell I am doing, what the hell I have been doing, etc. Currently, I am sitting in my summer school dorm room, here at the lovely institution of UNC-CH. Yes, I know, I could be living at home, since I live a mere 10 miles from my current position. But among a multitude of reasons why it is nice to live on campus, I am here, with my best friend in the whole world, and letting my life go as I want it to go, something slightly less plausible in the boundaries of my household. And the thing is, there are things I am passing up by doing so: having a car at my ease, an awesome house that i love (newly painted, by the way, with bright colors everywhere you turn. w00t.), FOOD. But there is a reason why we go to college, and live in a dorm, despite its downfalls. And the same goes for summer school. And as of now, I'm in Bio 50, Molecular Biology and Genetics...yeah, just taking it as it comes to me. But it occupies me, and makes me feel like I'm being productive, somewhat. And what does the rest of the summer hold? Well, I will be here residing in Graham until approximately July 23...up until the end of Summer Session II. Then...BOOM, go home for a day, then leave with the fam for UTAH! That is right, for our family vacation, this year we are taking a break from the traditional Colorado, and heading to the southern part of Utah. Truth is, my mom has this timeshare thing so we get a free week in this resort thingy and then a few days in the Grand Canyon. Yes and I do mean IN the grand canyon. Then, back for a few weeks at home, and somehow the summer is then over, and I go back to school, for my sophomore year.

Wait....hhhwhaaaat?! Sophomore year....in college? That's crrrrazy. Somehow, I made it through the completely insane freshman year I had. So much fun had, so much work done, and changes made. Too much craziness to describe. But overall, I am pleased. I truly ended up having a great year, and am glad that my freshman was the way it was, because I know how unfortunate many have it the first year in college, and in retrospect, I really do think I had a great one. Thank you to everbody who made it awesome. I think it's just crazy, how completely different my life is now, compared to how it was, just a year ago. But it is good different, and I am happy about that. Hey, so i was thinking...since this turned into being extra long, and stuff...maybe i'll retire here, I mean, stop writing, I mean and/or proceed to do homework instead...what? uh, yeah, feel free to comment. feedback is good. ok, i see you lata.