busy busy.

Although I started a tumblr the other day, I don't feel like that's really the place to just write. I've browsed through several pages and I get the impression people aren't really on there to read too much.

And I've invested far too much time in spilling my thoughts on here to abandon this. /lame

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School has started again.

Here's to more time spent in the bedroom reading. My classes are okay, albeit small in size.


Everyone is back to being busy.
Danielle is going to be busy doing school work and writing for a new part time game-journalism gig. (Grats again, my love!)

Sad Chobee is sad.

I don't like this being busy nonsense.

Aside from that, I am well. I still need textbooks, but considering I've recently emptied out a nice chunk of my bank account, my mother is offering to buy them for me; I cannot object.

I'm okay with this.

I've even gotten a smile or two at work, which is also a-okay with me.

Oh, and I got my prize for being the first to complete that ice breaker game on Monday.

I won a pack of scantrons.

nightynightnight.

Edit: I tell myself I'm a steel trap, but I don't feel like it. At all. I've always worn my heart on my sleeve, and as heavily guarded as I tend to keep this silly heart of mine, I can't help that my actions speak louder than my words.


Note to self: stop being fucking pathetic.