First, I have become a total MSN Space convert. So now I post here all the time. Somehow it just seems easier to ramble endlessly about boring, useless things in a blog instead of a journal. (Or I've lost my mind, whichever.)

Second, nothing is new. I mean, things have happened: my sister was here, I changed my departure date so I could go see the strokes, blah blah blah. But nothing life-changing, or rather, nothing that can be turned into some sort of literary masterpiece on epiphanies. (Hah.)

Third, well, there isn't really a third thing -- I'm just living in a weird time warp right now and forgot to mention that I wouldn't really be writing here anymore. Truth be told, this self-imposed pressure to only write about deep, meaningful things was completely stupid; it just allowed me to spend even more time feeling sad for no reason, and I've decided not to be like that anymore.

And now I shall conclude with a random thing I wrote last Sunday after I was inspired by the fact that it was incredibly sunny and warm outside:

"This day ... is like that time back in October; Daph and I heading out first thing, speeding down the highway and singing along to the radio. "Let's go, let's go," staring out the window at the mileage signs, "this is important to me." As if she needed to be reminded. Home for four days and I was off again -- still half a semester of college left before Christmas -- and we were celebrating nothing and everything in that one, stupid road trip. What's nicer than knowing that the person you've spent four months missing is even cooler than you remember ? I'd go to the ends of the earth for that girl ... And how I miss that day, those days, and all the ones in between now and the next time we'll be cruising in her car, windows down, sunglasses on, radio turned up as loud as it can go ..."