Thinking outrageously

So. It's been awhile. A long while. Longer than I ever intended.

Things are...wonderful.

All the shitty drama with my high school friends is either resolved or doesn't matter anymore. I mean, Navah and I are talking again. Brittany and I are...who fucking knows/cares. Everyone else...whatever. They're cool people. I've come to terms with the fact that I don't really talk to a lot of people anymore and it actually isn't because they hate me. They don't hate me. And I don't hate them. So it's okay. And I have some pretty fucking amazing friends right here.

Regardless, July was a bitch.

August was amazing.

September's been pretty fucking sweet.

I finished my bouquet of beaded flowers. FINISHED. That means so much. And you know why? Because it took hundreds of hours and hundreds of dollars and enough patience to kill a rhino with a fishstick. That's a lot of patience. And I DID IT.

You know what else I did? Got through another summer. But you know what the catch is? I didn't really do it. I mean, I went through the motions and it was cool and all, but it's all about the man behind the curtain. Yeah, I'm gonna go all psycho about "YAY GOD!" and all that, but I mean it. Yay God. Seriously.

Anyway...it is now 1:42am, September 29, and I think I am content. This--life, that is--is what I've been waiting for this whole time. It doesn't get much more perfect. I mean...sure, there's the crazy drama and shit, classes mostly suck this semester, whatever...sometimes, all that just doesn't matter. As long as I'm RightHereRightNow...who cares about anything else? I'm damn lucky to be here now, and I'm gonna make the best of it, dammit.

Which, apparently, involves going out to the living room to watch TV with Kate.

I like that plan.