K-I-T... See You In September.

My old roommate once wrote of me, "He is an enigma. Always surrounded, but always alone." As I think more and more about my high school friends, I'm torn between wanting to go home and feeling like I don't even have a place to call home.

It scares me that my ten year high school reunion is right around the corner... I don't have any lofty life goals, I don't ask for much, but I will be a different person when I return. Maybe not for the better. We'll see.

Tip of the day: Don't go on myspace before you fall asleep. Nothing good can come of it.