I never before realized how cheesy the Mortal Kombat movies were. I mean, damn. The cheese was flowing like a macoroni and cheese fountain.
So I feel as if I haven't written in ages, yet again. Life's been pretty boring and nromal. Vacation has turned me into the ultimate couch potatoe. I actually sleep on my couch, these days, instead of a real bed. But that's more for lack of a real bed than it is a choice. Though, I can't complain. It's pleasently warm in the basement and I have my television and computer to keep me company. So there you have it.
Tomorrow I'm departing, off to visit Lenore in Maryland, and then after that I'm jumping right into school again. I'm afraid. Terrified really. I don't know why.
And excited too. I want to meet new people and see old ones.
yet I still get this urge to disappear into my own little world.
This isn't a very good journal post. Next time it will be better.