Much of it has passed, since I spoke here last. Eons in fact in the life of a boy who found himself thrust into manhood, into life, and love, and loss, and pain. And all of those things your parents never tell you about. Yet here I stand, back on top, older, wiser, scarred, and scared at times to imagine a future without an ending I can stand. My hair has grown, and thusly been cut into a rather entertaining mohawk. A silly girl convinced me that I should pierce my tongue last Friday, twice. Success has yet to be determined. My new snake, the second one, recently bit my eyeball, that was a couple weeks of ghoulish fun. My car, somehow, still runs. I'm back in school, studying psychology, for which I have a test tomorrow, well today. I am not ready. Goodnight.