I think I write a journal entry every time I have a stall in artistic inspiration. *shrugs*
All's still good, I guess. Jay's actin' kinda odd. Just starin' at me real fixated-like, 'n askin' loads of questions. Asks "How're you doin'?" copious times (within ten minutes), so, I dunno what's goin' on there. Anyone have any ideas? I may be a dude, but I dunno what we think when we get into relationships. I'll admit, I'm a little scared. :'[
But, I've been accepted into the guard, now. Excited about that. Sounds like a pretty coolio deal. Woooo.
Soooooo, not much else is goin' on. Whatever. 'Later, I suppose.