Hulzebos

Can you believe I almost forgot to post one of these? I can. Funny how that works. But yes, indeed, today I am no longer a teenager. I was going to call myself a tweenager, but apparently that is a term reserved for kids of the ages 10-12. Crying shame, that is. Just a quick update to tell you what I've been up to is all that's necessary, methinks. Got into an internship in September; two weeks late, but eh, it was a great internship. Had a great time, and it wasn't nearly as nerve-wrecking as I expected it to be. That was nice. Got a great grade out of it as well, which was a great topping. Yum. Now it's back to business as usual, however

If you are reading this, it means I am not dead. It also means you're not blind. Or dead. You might have noticed a certain amount of logical cycle in the updating of my Journals. You might also have not. In case you've been sticking your head in a hole in the ground, or worse, haven't been reading my Journals, it is yet again the time for my barfday. That name should tell you all there is to know about the crying game how I feel about barfdays. I am going to use the rest of this Journal to whine about my life, so you'd better not stop reading. There's also a number of strikethrough comments and references in this Journal. Find them all,