Update

Okay. So.

I know that you people haven't seen much of me on here lately and I apologize. Also, by "you people" I mean the Russian scraper robots who seem to be really interested in what I have to say. And by "what I have to say" I mean the sparkly gifs that I embed among my angsty keyboard flailing.

...But I've digressed.

I thought I'd give the robots a little update on my life. Because what the hell.

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I'm going to college, taking Cultural Anthropology from Patricia Taber, one of the cooler people I've met thus far.

I have formed a classroom alliance (I refuse to use the term "study buddy") with a girl in my class, and she's super cool and nice.

I have not picked a major, but I'm thinking about taking some child development courses with the aim of becoming a special ed kindergartner teacher. Because I like children.

I'm also thinking about becoming a dentist. Because I want to stick sharp things in people's mouths.

Yu Gi Oh kid moved to Portland.

Shanti moved away to a location I probably won't disclose.

Talon and I haven't talked.

Cooper is also taking college, so I don't see him that often. We text a lot, though. I recently got a Droid Ultra Android. It's pretty schwanky.

We finally found a home for our obese beagle. He lives with Deina and Naomi now.

I'm getting closer to my coworkers and I'm almost to the point where I can probably see them outside of work with minimal stress.

Mom has a cool nerdy boyfriend who also served in the military as a paratrooper (I believe). He's a paramedic now, but he doesn't like it very much because he gets lots of false alarm calls and no sleep.

I'm working on my blackbelt in Aikido, which is cool but really scary.

I hurt my right knee, so now I walk like an old man when it rains or I push myself too hard.

I still get depressed every so often, but I don't really have the time to deal with strong emotions, so I ignore it.

I've gone down from 3 panic attacks per week to about 1.

I've been seeing a therapist, which is funny because I'm bad at verbally talking about my problems. I'm slowly getting the hang of it, though.

I don't have writer's block any more, but I still haven't found the time to write. I do know where I'm going with my huge, all OC cast, novel-length Star Trek fanfic and I've pretty much nailed down the plot.

Cancer has caught up to my grandfather. It took about a decade and I think he's technically a survivor now.

He's told me that he's proud of me and that I'm a smart kid.

He gave me his car.

I fixed the horrible huge banner on the site.

I think I'm also going to change the background again.

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Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm NOT dead. I'm sorry if I scared you, little robots.

I will try to post again, maybe sometime in the next month or so.

Live long and prosper.