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I think there's something in the water in Florida, because since I went down there I've been unable to stop listening to metal. Right now I'm rocking Unearth and As I Lay Dying. I feel like I'm eighteen again.

And speaking of which, Laura got me listening to Evergreen Terrace for the first time in a while, and their song titles are fucking great. "No Donnie, These Men Are Nihlists," "My Heart Beats In Breakdowns," and "Dear Live Journal." That shit cracks me up.

So I got home from vacation to find that one of my roommates had moved out. It was kinda weird, but all in all I'm pretty glad. I've known this kid since I was six, and we weren't getting along as well living together. But, of course, he decided to move out in the most douchebaggy way possible, taking all of his stuff and leaving ours piled around the house. Oh, and since I was on vacation, I never got to talk to him about which one of us was going to keep the cat. But, since I got home to find him gone and the cat still here, I guess it's me. Not that I care, I just wish he had fucking told me he didn't want the cat instead of just leaving him here. Ass.

Anyway, enough of that crap. We started looking for houses yesterday, and I can't fucking wait to get out of this crappy complex. There have been shootings in here before, but that last one was kinda the last straw; if I'm going to be living in an area where I have to deal with bullshit like that, it should at least be a fun area. East side, here I come.

I'm trying to get off work on Thursday so that Kyle and I can go to Savannah for St. Patrick's Day. If I succeed... let's just say it'll be trouble.

And, in closing, one of my good friends just started dancing at The Cheetah. Woah.