Little Odds and Ends

Alright, exams are over now. This has quite possibly been the most fucked up semester of my life. On one side of my family, my aunt died. On the other, my cousin had a baby. My aunt on that side, the new grandmother, is having heart problems. Work has been rather hectic, as both of my managers have left, and we're short staffed. Oh, and my keyboard died while I was writing a paper. All in all, I'm glad it's over. That said, I'm almost ready for the next one.

On a more positive note, my website's doing great. I've got a whole bunch of reviews, and I'm going to be linked on Hudson's FtM Guide. I'm pretty stoked about that. I've also been working on expanding my short story, "Coming Home"- the original is posted to this journal.

I hope to be keeping this updated better in the future. I also hope to be writing more, both original and fanfiction.

So, I was going through boxes, and I found my grade 11 annual...

Damn, I miss highschool. Everything was just so much easier back then- I mean, my biggest worry was whether or not I'd get caught if I cut class.

Well, in grade 12, it was more like whether or not I looked too stoned... did I mention that I spent most of my last semester looking for new and daring places to get high? Er, yeah, ok, I was an idiot. *hangs head in shame*

I still got 97% on my English provincial, though...

So what brought on this trip down memory lane? My baby sister is starting highschool in a week. Of course, I'm freaking out. Just a bit, mind you. But really, I don't want her to grow up! If she grows up, then I have to grow up, and I'm already feeling old, thank you very much. I mean, when she graduates, I'll be 25- I can remember when that seemed ancient.

I miss being a teenager. Hmm, never thought I'd say that...