Lol. Well, let's see.
I'm engaged.
I'm smokin' hella reefer lately. And drinkin' like a fish. Party hardy.
I've got my school schedual worked out so I only have 2 hours a day.
I'm still lookin' for a job. Need some cash to support my habits, lol. Plus I'm moving out in a few months, so I need to start savin' up.
I haven't written anything else, or at least finished anything. I only write when I'm depressed, and I'm actually the happiest I've ever been in my life.
Last year blew. My dad got sick, I wigged the fuck out and got in a fight with him and broke 6 of his ribs, and a few months later he died. The world's not as bright without him, but at least he's with a lot of his friends now. Or he's just a pile of ashes on my entertainment unit. Whatev, he's not in this world of suffering anymore.
One of the few girlfriends I ever loved dumped me and moved away a few months later.
I lost my best friend of almost 5 years. Well, I told her to kick rocks, but it's the same thing.
My computer finally died.
I lost my cat.
I was sick with a combination of strep throat and bronchitus for about 5 months.
I got arrested. Twice (but I got off on everything, so it's all gravy).
I went to rehab.
I was so depressed I didn't want to live any longer.
I tried to commit suicide. And failed. Multiple times.
And a bunch of minor shit that's not noteworthy.
But I got a lot out of the ashes of the year. It's like after a nucleur explosion, when after the blast and clean up and you're left with a smooth, clear surface upon which to build new dreams and memories.
I'm not depressed anymore.
I've gone anti-violence.
I stopped watching tv. Except Letterman, that dude's funny as hell.
I've got someone that I might spend the rest of my life with.
I've stopped all the heavy shit. No more coke, X, ice, or acid.
And everything is lookin' up.
Including me.
Gnome out.