Update: Blogging, like all my past boyfriends, has begun to bore me

I refuse to be controlled by the blog!!! >:E

Refugio was amazing. No. Not amazing. Better than amazing. Better than a word or a phrase. Better even than better.

My family's moving for the first time in almost nineteen years. Woah. Nelly. It's kinda exciting. People keep trying to egg on my declared "excitement." Y'know, "Ooo, aren't you just so excited?!" "How do feel about the new house?" "Me me me, blah blah blah."

I think it sucks.

I've been dismantling my walls. These were twelve years in the making, cannibals! Try to imagine posters and collages and photos and glued puzzles and stickers and pass-along cards and figurines and hundreds of glowy stars. Minimal wall space. Excellent accoustics.

GONE! GONEGONEGONEGONEGONE!!!!

Now it's all empty and disgusting. ...Of course it's not clean! Don't be ridiculous. I've still got junk all over the floor and spare bed.

We should be in the new house by next week. It's two blocks away and barely larger. What's the point, you rightly ask? *cough*

...Yeah.

I might actually write something worth reading. Someday. Maybe. I've been working on the Story. It seems to be pulling together. And it's beginning to bore me again.
*sigh*

WICKED DANCE MOVES!!!

Have some sunshine. Go...sing a song or something. Listen to "Somewhere Only We Know," or read a good book...or something. I dunno. Stop reading this crap.