(Today is)/(Yesterday was) the second year anniversary since I arrived in this city with my parents, sibling(s), and the van full of stuff that we didn't want to put into the moving truck. My my, how things have changed. I still want to leave very very badly, but for entirely different reasons.
I called someone my "oh brotherly friend." He would make a really good big brother. I mean, he isn't actually going to be one, but he is a great one to me. And we've discussed some pretty crazy stuff.
I also got pwned in Scrabulous again. Darn.
I'm finishing up one of the best/worst summer I can remember, and getting ready to enter possibly the best/worst year of school for the rest of my life. And what am I doing? I'm being tense, but no, I do not want a shoulder massage. We get more than enough of those from one person. Enough enough enough. Too much, too much. He should stop. Forever. Like really, stop. But buying shoulder pads or whatever isn't going to make things better in the long run.
My big, not-so-new goal/dream: I want to go to college.
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