Well, here I am, safe and sound in Florida.

The day after I arrived, we left Tampa for Orlando, and spent the day at the Magic Kingdom and Epcot. We also stayed at a pretty nice hotel.

Christmas was fun too, but I realized it doesn't quite seem to have the same magic as I remember. The anticipation, the time off school, the can't-get-to-sleep-because-Santa-will-be-here-in-a-few-hours...

I'm not completely dead on the inside yet, though. I cried a little when Mom handed me my presents.


Yesterday Mom and her boyfriend took me to a little warehouse where her friend practiced with his band ZeroCreep. It was an open bar, so I helped myself to some SKYY Vodka and cozied up and listened to the music. It was loud, but surprisingly good.

I also partook in a little bit of "Special" smoking with some people twice my age. That was kind of fun.

And, because of all the water I made sure to drink, I don't even have a hangover this morning.

Just a few more days left before I head back to the West Coast. I don't get homesick, but I am starting to miss the bustle of urban life.


Ah, an update- and it hasn't been a month yet!

I added a few new pics over the weekend.

What the...?! 300,000 hits? Wowsers.

Well, ever since my fantastically nauseating hangover last Sunday, I haven't smoked. Lets see if it lasts this time.

In the days before my Christmas Vacation, I've been cleaning out my room of the junk accumulated during the past couple of years. I always get real sad and depressed whenever I do this.

Mostly I'm a pack rat. I keep everything. Even during the clean-up, I couldn't bring myself to throw out some old movie stubs or chinese cookie fortunes.

And then there's the whole 'time shock'. The date on a receipt or an old entry in a paper journal puts a heavy weight on my chest.

It's been that long since ____?!

Time really flies. I can't believe I moved to San Francisco on July 22nd, 2004, and here it is almost 2007.

I start thinking back to 1995, to a conversation I had with a friend while we were on the swing sets. We were talking about how neither of us could imagine dieing, how maybe we'd just live forever.

Heh, I miss those days...


Well, here I am.

I really don't mean to let so much time pass between entries. I sit down to write after a long day, but first I check my email, than catch up on a few webcomics, check some news...

Let's get down to it.

Stacia, a.k.a. 'Ana' is now completly gone. She came by with her TG cousin Kyle to grab the rest of her things from storage. After that was loaded into the car, I gave Stacia her notebooks- twelve years worth of diaries. (No, I didn't read any of them.)

So, she walked away for the last time, just as the rain started to pour down, like a bad 1940's noir movie.

As luck would have it, and I'm not sure whether it's good or bad, 'Amy', my ex-roommate/ex-Best-Friend contacted me out of the blue and we got together for drinks. Long story short, after a night of bar hopping we ended up totally wasted at a strip club getting $40 lap dances.

Just like old times.

So, about the Date I mentioned in my last entry. She's a T-Girl I met on Craig's List. She's really cool, kind of spacey...but then again, so am I. I don't think I see us being any more than friends, though.

Well, that's all for now. I'm thinking about recreating my Halloween costume and putting up some clearer pics. I think it was really hot!