... or the bear will feed on you!!! You know, I used to not be able to stand school. I didn't hate, but certainly did not enjoy going. It's so nuts now, how much I changed last year, and for the better. I love school. Of course, the weekends are a blessing too, but school is just... fun. Last night was one of the first times it really hit me that school is so much fun. It's that word. Fun. The person I told was like, "Um, are you sure?" I damn well am sure. I have even more friends this year - not that I didn't have many before of course - the classes I'm doing are ones that I'm very interested in, I don't dislike any of my teachers... I'm so relieved that this is all happening in my final two years, so I'll leave on the highest note possible, taking fantastic memories with me. I'm seeing HORSE The Band tomorrow. It's gonna be absolutely bitchin'.

Cleaned journal again. Hoorah. And I've started doing the number thingy that others seem to do with their titles. Moar hoorah. I want to try to commit to this actually; typing stuff in here. I'll give it a shot. Hmmmm. You know, in general, I think that there is so much good in the world today being taken away by our fear of the bad. What happened to being optimistic? Am I the only one of its breed left? Life is amazing, thank you very much.