Well, I know it's been forever since I've updated (I don't see much reason, I doubt anyone reads these anyway..) but I'm bored and Julie's asleep so..
Break has been, thus far, interesting to say the least. I've said some things I never thought I would, dealt with some ridiculous bullshit, and almost did some ridiculous bullshit myself. While the job search is completely futile, my dad's come to the realization that he can't bitch at me about jobs that don't seem to exist. Welcome to Binghamton.

In good news, I've been writing again. A lot.
The story I've been working on (Lucid, I'll post it eventuallY) is up to 80 pages now, about 60% of the way through. The script is at a bit of a pause, mainly because we haven't had a chance to get everyone on the project together long enough to talk. I've cranked out two short stories in between, which is always fun too. The band's going as good as it can, what with Kevin living/working in PA now. It sucks only seeing him once a week, but it's much better than nothing, and Monday's practice went amazing. It's kind of dorky, but everytime after we spend 2-3 hours in that basement, I feel a little better. Even when we don't get anything done, when Kevin's dropping his drumsticks every other song, it's the most fun I could possibly imagine, and I wouldn't give it up for anything. Now that I got THAT faggotry out of my system..

The bad news of it is drama. Drama, drama, with a capital fucking D. I won't get into it, I'm happy enough to be out of it period. Suffice it to say that there's a reason I've got no close female friends. Now, I'll admit, a lot of said drama-at least in my own little brain-is thanks to my jealousy and bitterness, but goddamnit it's MY brain. I can complain about whatever I want.
But other than that..
Things are alright.
I hesitate to say good because, judging by past events I'm not in the mood to jinx this strange psuedo-comfort.
Right now, I'm doing just fine with fine.