I will be included with the general population in T-minus 3 days.

Scary.

I got back from Denny's at about 1:30. I had had dinner with Melissa and crafted the second chapter of the massive saga that we're sending to Max while he's in South Carolina attending basic training. I walked to the mailbox to check and see if the AUX cord I ordered had come in, and had the best trip to the mailbox ever. Waiting for me was the previously mentioned cord from Hong Kong, the vintage Stevie Nicks-style dress from London that I had not expected for another week, and a one page, single sided letter from Max. It opens with, "Oh my God! That letter was so hilarious! It was a hit in my bay. Everyone is asking for more so you need to send more ASAP!" Also, it ends with, "P.S. So who is this new girl, giggidy-goo."

It's really hard making all these great memories this summer without him.

Also, seeing Michael's daughter Paris speak at his service is probably one of the saddest things I've ever seen.

I hate being with a group of people and no one is talking about anything except for everyone else in the room.

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I'm working on a tentative webcomic script (finally). After trying to figure one out for over a year or so, I think I found my motive. Also! Trying to work on something for the State Press next semester. I'm really excited about this one.

I have been carrying around disposable cameras lately. I feel like while this is obviously more expensive than using a digital camera, I get more excited every time I take a picture because I think about how awesome it's going to look when I finally get it developed. Also, I love having physical pictures around my room.

Also! I got a hollowed-out mannequin torso with a hook that I'm planning on painting and hanging from the wall somewhere. Pretty exciting.

I got a Stevie Nicks style dress off of eBay that I can't wait to receive.

Melissa and I started a tradition in which every Sunday we go to Denny's and write a chapter of an exciting saga that we're sending to Max until he gets home. It's really hard to write to him because we are just talking about all the really exciting things we're doing without him.

Michael Jackson.

Last Sunday Donny invited me to a party. It was jungle-themed, and as soon as I arrived one of the girls who lived there invited me into her bathroom to paint black and gold warpaint on me. Donny wore flowers in his hair and we danced to MJ while wearing leopard and zebra print, throwing streamers around. I'm not sure if we were celebrating him or the birthday of the girl whose name I now can't remember.

rampant cowboy republicanism.

I'm taking one summer internet class through MCC. It's American National Government. There's about 25 people in my class, and it seems like they all live in Arizona. It's strange being the lone liberal on the message board, as I'm used to being around people that agree with me. But oh wait, this is like real life. My friends and the people I surround myself are a minority in this state. Sometimes I forget.

At my high school graduation party, I told my uncle and my dad's very close work friend Mike that I was majoring in Political Science. They told me that they were very proud of me and that I was going to do good things for the Republican party. I told them that there was no way in hell that I was anywhere near supporting the Republican party. They told me that everything my father worked for was based out of Republican ideals and when they grinned at me in that you-are-so-young-and-don't-know-what-your-talking-about way I started crying. My uncle apologized for making me cry though he admitted he didn't know what was wrong and Mike didn't say anything to me the rest of the night

I just get so thrown aback when I hear someone say Sheriff Joe is doing a good job and not kidding. And then when people agree!

People aren't very smart sometimes.