As you know, I've moved to Livejournal for the most part. Here is where my true stream of consciousness begins. To check on my life daily (cuz I'm sure you're all at the edge of your seats), my user name there is Nemo85. I'm brilliant, I know.

I was being stalked by several people earlier this summer. They've since stopped. Going to Israel was good for a lot of reasons.

I got into a car accident. Am currently clawing for the money. Car is currently in the shop. When will I hear from them again? They don't open again until Monday. And who knows.

Apparently, the Blonde One still works at the Art Store. Maybe I should stop by. Maybe I should have my teeth pulled one by one by rabid squirrells. Actually, that could be fun, especially if I have a harpoon.

I've adjusted alright to being home. I still don't like it. I don't like that I went to bed at 10PM yesterday (Friday). I don't like that really the only people I talk to are my family and Ericson. I heart Ericson, but seriously a boy can go insane. Especially if you're an extrovert like me. So I've made myself lists of daily tasks. I accomplish them, every day. Usually these involve making money from my parents, and a mix of tasks for fun and enlightenment. I've gone to the Art Museum a few times. I go shopping a lot and spend money I don't have. Gotta love credit...

All I want right now is to hold and be held. To touch... I want my fingers to trace a soul, a heart.

And the doorbell rings...

- Written on 2004-07-24 at 9:07 p.m.