Heeey, everyone. I've been a little quiet lately, haven't I?

Well, there's a number of reasons for that.

I've had this Xanga since December 9, 2003. That's almost four-and-a-half years. I started it in eighth grade to keep track of friends of mine that I didn't see as often as I'd have liked, and now don't see at all.

I've had it all through high school, and I graduate on Wednesday.

I've gone through a number of phases, mostly embarrassing ones, that I've recounted here for all to see.

I think, after so long and so many memories, I'm ready to move on.

Yes, I am leaving Xanga. Maybe now, maybe at graduation, but I am leaving. This site is outdated, I don't talk to anyone on it anymore (with a few exceptions), and really, I'm just ready for something new. So what's going to happen is I'm migrating to my Livejournal. It seems a little pointless to you, most likely, but it's what I wanna do. XD Clean slate and all that. I also want to keep in touch with my fellow graduating seniors, and Livejournal just seems like an easier way to keep in touch.

What about my Xanga-only friends, though? Well, I do receive email updates, so I'll be able to keep in touch with you guys' lives, AND Anonymous comments should be enabled on my LJ. So you guys can drop me a line whenever you want!

Or, if you have some sort of personal vendetta against Livejournal or something, you can also catch me at DeviantART, and I still intend to restart Honor Among Thieves next year. Plus you can always email me at mewtaila AT gmail DOT com.

Where I am now:
 - I am graduating high school, but I failed Algebra 2 (surprise, surprise) so I don't get my diploma at graduation. I have to take summer school to get it, but I'm not really that upset about it.
 - I am a passionate atheist.
 - I've got a couple of jobs I need to apply for.
 - I have two comics in the works.
 - I need to get my learner's permit.
 - I've learned to learn from my mistakes.
 - I talk to myself for fun and comfort.
 - I walk more often than I have ever walked in my life.
 - I'm taking good care of myself. Not great, but good, and I never feel "bad" unless I'm sick.
 - I went to senior Prom and I loved it and looked beautiful.
 - I feel a little lost - sometimes more than a little - but I know I'll get there in the end.

Where I Think I'm Going:
 - I'm taking a year off before going to college to get my license and learn to live a little.
 - When I do go to college, I intend to get a Master's degree in Counseling Psychology.
 - At this point, being a psychologist sounds like an incredibly fulfilling career for me.
 - I'll do comics and art on the side.
 - I want to move away from Kansas... a little.
 - I want a little house all of my own.
 - I may or may not get married. It's one of those "I'd like to, buuut..." situations.
 - Read my lips: NO KIDS.
 - I'd like to raise a lot of different pets at some point: ferrets, parrots, etc.

So that's the plan, everyone.

Love you all.

See you at LJ.

Last night I had a dream.

It started off with me in my kitchen, getting a can of what looked like tuna. I opened it up to find neat, tasty-looking "fish nuggets" that looked like bits of grilled chicken. I popped one into my mouth and found it tasty; it tasted like chicken, too. However, I became aware of a rubbery sensation while chewing it, a lot like finding a piece of gristle in the meat. I tried to spit it out.

Only a human fetus came out of my mouth instead.

Actually, "fetus" isn't quite the right way to describe what I vividly recall spitting out of my mouth. Think an 8-inch tall human with no face and all the skin ripped off, nice and sinewy and bright pink. With a large wound on its chest that its lung was hanging out of. A wound caused by my teeth.

Even in the haziness of the dream, I freaked out. I spit it out as fast as I could - the limbs caught on my lips - and then, to my horror, I began hacking and retching. A whole line of these fetus-things was coming out of my stomach and up my throat, bound for the kitchen sink. At least half a dozen, all sticking together courtesy of their entrails that were wrapped around each other. And I felt each and every one of them.

Really, I must commend my subliminal mind for the wonderous amount of detail it put into the dream. Simply amazing.

Hello! I'm alive! XD

Life's been interesting lately. I had an emo day, but now I'm on the upswing. I've felt pretty good these past couple of days.

Knowing people love you and support you is definitely a plus.

Also! Few more songs on the playlist, including the ZOMG AMAZING "Insanity" by Oingo Boingo (GOV. YOU WIN AT MUSIC.) and a similarly-themed song by Nine Inch Nails. I swear, every time I think my respect for Trent Reznor can't grow any more, IT DOES. :3 Scary to think that it was my mom who got me into NIN... and that she gothed out and went to their Live With Teeth tour...

Anywho. That's what's up with me lately - happy stuff, much love, awesome music, and atheist pride. 8D