War were declared.

I had no qualms with the former administration of the Commonwealth of Guardian Angel, but his was an administration of waiting. Mine is one of action. And when such henious deeds as the public attack and attempted humiliation on one of our very own council members present themselves, they will not be let off kindly. We shall return fire to our enemies quickly and effectively. Such return fire will not take place, of course, until the official signing and presenting of the declaration of war. However, plans for these attacks are already under way. Once started, this war will not end until one of the two parties involved either:
(a) surrenders, and agrees to the conditions thereupon, or
(b) is completely wiped out.

The aforementioned conditions to surrender will be decided upon and presented at a later date.

Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, ohhh...

Good news, everyone!! I've stopped with the seemingly-endless self-pity! Yeah, I'm totally past that. Like, total man.

Ahh, back in the swing of things. Pretty cool to be back among friends(and/or enemies, as the case may be). I actually LIKE my teachers, if you can believe it, so even my 5-hour class days aren't too bad. This isn't what's keeping me happy, however... are you ready for this?

THE RIVER IS BACK!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Not only that, but the weather is absolutely BEAUTIFUL! It's as though the sky is apologising for all the friday rains we had last semester. Maybe God loves me? I suppose ANTHING is possible. I issue a challenge to all of you: NOTHING could ruin this day for me. Go ahead, try it. I dare you.

I won poker the other night! Made a cool $90. Of course, that was after I bought in the 3rd time. I almost didn't do it, too. But I could NOT let that kid make off with my money. That's right, despite popular belief, I DO have some pride. For now, anyway.

Lessee... other tidbits... I told you about my roommate situation, right? Well, you probably know about it anyway. Yeah, it was pretty gay, BUT! I got my own room 0ut of the deal. Who could be unhappy about that? It's a different world, having your own room. Up doing my homework, listening to music as late as I want. Of course, I have to put on headphones once the girls next door start complaining about how loud it is through the paper-thin walls, but that doesn't really bug me. My headphones are comfy. Comfy? Is that a word? Well, it is now. I'm comfy with it.

Give a little respeeect... tooooooo MEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

I think that'll do for now, pig... that'll do... Oh, also, I now have a re-chargable battery and a memory card for my digital camera(one half-hour of video starage space), so I can FINALLY put it to some good use! Score. Whelp, think it's about time for me to be hittin' the old, dusty trail..... can't get out the way.....*beeeeep beeeeeep* OOPS, found the fire door!

(Peace out, y'all.)

The last straw.

Well, it just wouldn't be Christendom without one last ounce of bad news before I get back. It seems I've been replaced. Removed. Terminated. I know not on what grounds they decide to kick me out of my own room, but the point is that's what they're doing. It wasn't Greg, he's moving as well - into my spot. I'm being pushed over to the other side to replace Ben, and JJ (I don't know how to spell his name, but knowing Paul, I'm sure you can guess who's moving in) is moving into Greg's room. Now, either Paul took a leaf out of D's book and went crying to Wurtz about how he doesn't want me anymore, or Wurtz is simply hitting the crack pipe too often. How can they just kick me out? All my stuff is there, and I REALLY don't feel like moving it all Sunday night. Guess I'll have to, if I intend on sleeping that particular night.
So seriously, in it's full meaning and all that it encompasses, WTF?! What have I done to offend thee, oh annoying fates of college?! If there's an empty spot, MOVE THE NEWCOMER INTO THERE!!! Don't destroy the whole damn puzzle because one piece is missing!!
I need to get my hands back on my stabbin' knife.

Oh, and uh... blah blah Virginia weather blah 60 yesterday, snowing today, blah, insanity. There.

See yuh on the other side, peeps.

The future.

So, my dad has been sitting down with me lately and talking about my plans for the future. He keep bringing up and suggesting the coast guard, whether enlisted or as an officer. He even went so far as to say they'd accept a two-year degree. To be honest, this completely blew me away. I don't know if I'm not maturing as quickly as most people, or if he is trying to get me to mature faster than usual, but my light at the end of the tunnel is graduation, that's IT. Yes, I want to do all 4 years at Christendom. No, I HAVEN'T thought about my life's career. I've got two things on my mind: staying at college, and keeping money in my pocket while I'm there. I don't expect to be delivering pizzas for the rest of my life, it's just what I'm doing now to get some cash. So why the pressure? He proceeded to tell me all about myself, my strengths and so forth, and how they would fit the coast guard. I'm really not considering it, but it's not because I don't want to join - the issue is that I'm not considering ANYTHING right now. Maybe that's shortsighted of me, I honestly don't know, but it seems ridiculous to be talking about it not even halfway through my college career. I guess he just wants to make sure my life goes somewhere. I'd like that, too.

By the by, all questions here are for myself to ponder, don't feel obligated to answer them. In fact, this whole BLOG was made as a deposit for my thoughts, not a way to keep in contact with people. I never even mentioned it to anyone; it was discovered and linked to by a friend of mine. So none of this is a cry for help, or asking for attention... it's just somewhere to get crap off my chest. If this blog annoys you in some way, don't tell me about it, just don't read it anymore.

...and the days following.

Well, the past few days... or weeks.... have smoothed out. All is known, and relatively well. I got my grades in, and despite my own popular belief, I did NOT fail history. I think Dr. Schwartz is filled with more mercy than his test implied. Nevertheless, I'm quite pleased with the way my grades went. I think, finally, I am resigned to the fact that I'll be back... there... within a week. It's not that I don't want to see you all, I DO... I just don't want to face the circumstances that seeing you implies. i.e. Being back... there...
See, if it was you guys visiting, that'd be OK. But it's not.. oh well...

And now, the disputed question of the month: how the HELL am I going to face the coming semester? My best friend has left the college, I'm not on speaking terms with two of my other "friends", and my sister is now living off campus. It didn't feel like I was living so far away from campus last semester because I brought campus WITH me. Now? I don't know.. I get the feeling I'll spend more time on campus this coming semester than I EVER have... that is, unless I can get a ride to my sister's house any time I want. I'm being selfish, I realize - I'm making it seem like I have no other friends. This isn't even close to the case. I have more friends on that campus than I had for 17 years of my life combined. I know they'll be there to hang out, study, maybe even play a game of raquetball every now and again... But they have other people to entertain and grace their presence with! What do I want? I'm not even sure... maybe I just want to stay home.
Here's my fear: That I become yet another victim of the college, a recluse that is more of a memory than a presence that spends all my time holed up somewhere with my homework, finding nothing more important in my life than grades. On paper, that's simply ridiculous; everyone knows that I couldn't care less about grades, as long as it's above F. A pass is a pass is a pass, and all the other letters are just that: letters. A part of some abstract judgement system to tell you if you're better than someone else. Granted, everyone feels good when they improve, but you CAN'T STRESS OVER IT!! It's pointless! *sigh*... Now I've written way too much, and I need to get some sleep. But at least studying is something to do, I suppose.

Ugh... I think I've made myself sick.

In lighter news, I smell like pizza.
Wait, that's not news at all.
I've become loopy. With all that BS off my chest, I have nothing left to dwell on. With nothing left to devour, my brain has begun digesting itself, turning in upon itself like a black hole, which is EXACTLY what my brain is after LAST semester.


Pay no attention to this post, friends. It's unimportant, and kind of ranty.
Yours utterly,
The Hich

Secrets and lies!! It's always secrets and lies...

So help me, if ONE MORE PERSON entrusts me with a really freakin' important secret, I'm going to explode. Seriously, am I that easy to talk to? Am I that trusting? Or does no one believe anything I say, so they can tell me anything?! WHAT IS IT?!?! From now on, I want to be the last to learn anything new. Ok? Is that ok with you all? Because that would just be fan-freakin'-tastic for me. *sigh* I need to get out of this conversation quick. I need sleep. Oh, great, yeah, call me at 3:45 A.M. ...oi.