Uhm, I don't really know what to say about it. XD

I remember I used to go into these long journals about my life, and now I just don't.

I can't be handled. I know that for sure. My 8 year old cousin even knew why I moved.

Ummmmmmm, so, Micheal Jackson and Billy Mays died. Thats kind of depressing for the U.S.'s pop culture.

RIP Isak Penrod. I didn't know the kid, but I heard some really cool things about him. He went to my old school and recently died.

Ummm, it kind of depressed me today to realize that the only people I know who will willingly be models, are my 8 and 4 year old cousins.

Ummmm, I'm back in Illinois right now. It's been okay. There was some... turbulance, if you will, at the beginning, but I do believe it is all resolved now.

I have recently realized how envious and emotionally unstable I am.

Like, really I've been thinking about it too much. But I usually get in my moods like this when I'm tired. Maybe I should go to bed?

Yeah, Nigel, my Canon D30 hasn't been used up that much. And no one will do portraits with me. *sigh*

PS: I hate hot weather. I love air conditioners.

PSS: I kind of can't wait to go back to Iowa. But I'm not telling my grandpa that. It would kill him.

PSSS: Okay, enough of my emo rant.

To any of you who just read that, it was pointless. Now go eat your soup!