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Home. But it doesn't feel like home anymore. Which is, really, a good thing, because it means I don't need to feel the need to return. I can just get the hell out after graduation.

I love the bay area, but it's hard to fully submerge myself in this love when I'm stuck at home for a month. Home with parents. For a month.

Which also wouldn't be so bad in and of itself if one the cars didn't up and die while I was away at school. Two cars, four people, two going to work and one still in school till the end of next week=none for me.

I am suffocating. But in a pleasant, lackadaisy way.

Still not online much, but still alive. Not keeping up with people, not for a while. I'll do that thing where I go back and read all your old entries later, because I am overenthused like that.

Still have (part of) a script to read. Have stories I Need To Work On.

Uhm. Yes.

Do have a disgustingly good month of December though, eh? I will if you will.

**Ed-ited to say: Because I felt like it. That's why.