You have to mourn your loses before you can move on, at least that is the way I think it works. So i mourn for what could have been and for what I thought was going to be.
I am still looking forward to the future.

I played mini-putt tonight and it was hella fun. I guess that was mostly because of the company because god knows I suck at mini-putt. That's what also makes it fun though; concentrating so hard and then watching the ball roll right by the hole. However, after the 6th time you see it go by, it gets kinda frustrating.

I might be moving out. It would be come january, we'll see. I am just not sure how I am going to work it with the roomates because there are a lot of potential ones but I can't room with 5 people... I mean I could but that would prolly get real messy, real fast.

I haven't written anything since the summer began. I do not think it is lack of inspiration but I just can't seem to sit down and write. That makes me sad :( My dream of being a beach bum poet had better not crumble.