Ch-ch-changes. Always of the necessary. Whether good or bad, differences occur. This time, change plays both teams. The good: Cooper Union, here I come (hOPEFULLY)! The bad: Crows feet, make your mark.  Bah. I don't feel like typing anymore..

Goodbye, humidity! Thunderstorms! And Uggs (hopefully)!

eHarmony.com

Find me a man, already!*

**: No, I'm not a member. But finding my Prince Charming at BORDERS/Barnes and Noble isn't working out for me.

 Oh goodness, Xanga. It's been months, maybe even a year, since I've last typed a single meaningful word. Oh well, for now. I'm back.

 Where to begin? The normal day routine for the past year or so has been the same, unfortunately. It's a bit stark to say that but it is of the truth. Being it July, two days till the 4th, it definitely has simmered into one of the most loneliest points of the year. To be honest, every 4th in my sane memory has been of the dreary kind. Illegal light displays dance around the night sky while I sit adjacent to an adoring couple love-lusting instead of sight-seeing. Perfect holiday, no?

 For once, at least just for an amount of time worth remembering, it'd be nice to feel cared for. What I mean is to be cared for by someone or a group of people who without a doubt need you in their lives. I know, friends care.. as do family. Yet after spending a whole weekend with certain individuals whom I cannot live without, why do I feel so bare?

     Ugh.