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Haha, late again. It seems that even when I'm not at school, weekend posts are a never constant thing.

Weird:

So, today I realized that I hadn't gone a 24 hour period without talking to that boy for a exceedingly long time. As in, it had been since Spring Break. That's about a two month period. I'm pretty sure I've gone longer periods without talking or seeing people I've lived in the same house with, hell, the same dorm room.

It was strange. I could tell I hadn't talked him all day, it was like some weird absence thing. I fear this won't bode well. In any case, I spent all night talking to him on skype. My siblings were highly amused, especially my sister. She took the opportunity to talk as much as she could. As in, while I was off unpacking and cleaning and moving things around in my room, she'd steal my computer and start a conversation. Haha. Crazy little girl.

My room is a wreck. It's worse than it was before. But I'm slowly getting things in order. I want it to be clean, so I won't feel bad playing xbox and generally being the lazy ass I am. In fact, I only feel bad now because my things are still occupying a section of the main level as well. Once I get everything cleaned up to the point that my stuff is all in one place, I'll probably feel better about the cleaning thing. But for now, I'm still surrounded by a mess of books, games, and memorabilia. In fact, right now my feet are resting on a box of my younger years. Yearbooks and old trophies abound. Along with old sparing gear and police brutality sticks. I was such a rad kid, and violent. I love my tonfa though, I wish I had spent more time learning them. We also found my boken in the basement, which is pretty rad. It seems I move from one violent weapon to the next.

It's swords now, they're much stabbity-er than the other weapons I've played with. But fencing blades are pretty blunt if you think about it, especially the stabbing/poking weapons I play with, as opposed to the slasheyness of sabres.

Looking back, this blog post makes little sense, but that's ok. It matches the clutter in my mind, and in my room.

Quote of the Day:

"If the English language made any sense a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
- Doug Larson