this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
20 December 2001

Damn it. I feel the christmas spirit draining out of me even as we speak. Next year, no presents for anybody! Except secret santa, family, and Arney of course. BTW, Happy B-Day Omo! Yikes, you're seventeen! ^-^

Another DamnIt: I sometimes wish I could be a hermit who is rally rich and eccentric. Well, maybe not eccentric, but rich. Wait, maybe not a complete hermit. I would want my soul mate there with me. And life would be perfect. Certainly, friends are great, but they can be so fickle! There are maybe three or four friends I feel like I can count on most of the time to be there for me, to listen to me rant. Why this sudden thing about friends, and being solitary? Lots of stuff, rally. Just these past two weeks have showed a lot to me about what people rally are like, and it certainly isn't pretty.

Yay that my two friends are made up! At least, I think so. I still have to get one of their points of view.