Anyway, I'm hoping that my absence hasn't been met with overly negative connotations. Life has been good. School was busy, busy, busy... but there's nothing I can't handle. The lack of female contact has been mitigated somewhat by an OkCupid profile and a ladyfriend in Tacoma. No, I didn't meet Tacoma on OkCupid. Just some other girl. Some other sociopath.

It turns out, sociopaths are great in bed. Lousy at telling truths, though. The girl was a compulsive liar. As a result, I haven't heard from her in weeks.

I just got off vacation, during which I conquered my finals. This week, i'm working at the Lowe's location by my house, covering their inventory.

It's inexplicable, but I feel this imposing sense of anguish. No, it's not guilt. Definitely not guilt. But it feels like I'll be alone forever. Like I'll never be close to anyone again. I've grown a rapport with a few classmates. I was even invited to a party. But my parents volunteered me to move a gym floor for a cheer competition. Father summon, son respond. Blargh. He cooks dinner without talking to anyone, and if he's done and we aren't at the table in five minutes he flips out. Or goes passive-aggressive. It's annoying either way.

They question why I spend so much time on the computer. The alternative, as I've discussed ad nauseum, is staring at the tv with my brain in stasis. Pawn Stars? Seriously, history channel? wtf?

They say the key to finding love is to love oneself. I find this hilarious. I'll end up alone in a 2-bedroom apartment. I'll use one room for myself and maintain a guest bedroom. Occasionally I'll pick up a girl online and bring her back and spend our intimate time in the guest room. Fun times shall be had.

Anyway, that's the gist of my life at the moment. I need some dessert. Maybe I'll see you on AIM sometime, jerk =)

There's a strangely affectionate cat lurking outside my house.