School and the holidays has kept me away. Just might continue to do so for a while longer.

Today I have butterflies in my chest. It feels like summer love meets mono. Sick but ticklish. I'm trapped in it though. Add claustrophobic to the factors of feelings as well. It's in my gut and chest and between my eyes. Strange juju. See World, what you have done? I was younger yet and now I know better but I still feel the same about it, however young I still am. Two-Thousand and five is four years ago. A sign and a half that may be I'm going to light the fuse up again, if I haven't already. Not sure if I should hope not or hope so, either way I'm the only one on board.

Had to get that off my chest. Not sure why. But so sure I should have.

54VE me 87. Numbers don't lie.

In other news my dad and I have plans to write and retire, or he would retire, and I'd just make moving pictures for free.

Further on, I'll be attending film school with my brother and best friend in Colorado. See his stuff here: [link]

Looking forward to that greatly.