Electrician?... Electrician!

So... one year and almost 9 months later. Crazy, right? I could be a mother of two or something. I'm gonna start off by giving a shout-out to my girl Meagan. Hey girl! Because I know she's the only one who is reading this. It's fine... don't feel bad. Wait. Why am I talking to anyone other than her? It's weird when your original intended audience is no longer in your life. Hm. I'm debating whether or not to find a new one.

A lot has happened in the past year and a half. I could go through it, but I won't. Let's just focus on the here and now. Well, I'm sitting on my bed in my dorm on Commonwealth Ave in... yep, you guessed it! BOSTON! Yeaaahhh, suckahs! I'm really frustrated right now. There's this lightpost like 40 feet (who am I kidding... I'm awful with numbers. I don't know how far away it is) outside my window and every time I get all comfortable in bed, I realize that I forgot to shut my curtains extra tight. The light always glares right in my face like it's mocking me. "Oh hey! Yeah, you may be getting 8 hours of sleep tonight, but you'll still be exhausted tomorrow! Sucks to be you!"


You may be wondering why I'm blogging again. Well, it's an outcome of Meagan's and my revival of AIM (which in part I have Alicia Ryberg to thank for... oh hey, Leshers!). So I'm kind of bringing back all things high school. Feel free to join in. But let's be honest... there are plenty of things about high school that I would rather not bring back.

This is just a little introductory entry to get myself back into the blogging mentality. So sit back, relax, and tune in for more.

Peace, love, and Catch Phrase.


"Pasqual, look at me. Look at me. Hold it like a gentleman."