So I just spent the last few hours reading nearly all of my melodramatic teenager ramblings that I posted here years and years ago. Jesus. If I were to meet past me now, present me would be pretty damn grumpy.

I don't know why I'm even here. I guess I sort of assume that everyone I used to know also wanders aimlessly around an online diary they had almost a decade ago (or however long). That, and I just so happen to have remembered my old, celebrity crush-inspired password for this thing.

Anyway

I'm old now. Almost 30. Working at a bakery. Graduate school-bound. I have a pug and a cat and a boyfriend-going-on-fiance and a cool St. Louis apartment and a fridge full of Bud Light and two TV's in the living room because said boyfriend and I want to ignore each other in the same room while playing different video games. Oh, there's also a pine tree candle burning.

I hope all of you are doing well. See you in another five years or so when I'm again trying to find things to do other than write a paper.

Me and my Sophie-pug.