Hi everyone. You all know I would love to waste my time talking to you people and telling you of my day, and God knows I would love that more than participating in this party, but... God also knows we rarely get what we want. ><;; I'm at my cousin's hosue in Lansing (well, close to it...)and we are celebrating my little cousin-by-marriage's birthday (Hannah). you're lucky i'm even updating. I was about to kill for this weekend off, because it holds my fight with Neo-America (Don't ask, you don't want to know.) Oh, and pre-apology for all the damned typos, if they're still there-- i'm checking over this a couple times to take care of them-- but I'm on a strange keyboard, and it slags my typing. Oh well, whatever. Not my problem, ne?
   Spansih Class is truly corrupting me. I sound all preppy when i speak, beacuse that how spanish is: Preppy. And God knows I hate it. Oh well... It'll make college easier. ><;;;;;;
   Well, that's about it. I've been traingi like crazy for the fight with Neo-America, tongight at 10. Well, see ya.

    ...uh-huh, sure,
      Squall.

   Wow, Seems I've been to busy to update. What with my new training schedule, physical and mental training overrun everything else. Sorry. I have been up to way too much to define to you guys, but let's just say this: a lot. A guy-- who we will refer to as Domo'n-- has been just over-working me. I've been put under his 'practiced eye'. I was walking home, haven't had a sleep in nearing 25 hours , and he's just like,"Come on, keep going. You can handle this." and here I was, near passing out from exhaustion. o.o; ... ><;; Whatever. Then he has me do speed-dodge training, followed by stretches, then a warm-up (which I never did before because... I don't bother warming up my muscules) with five-pound weights ("You can't abuse your body and expect to work well under stress!") x.x; what stress? I'm a 15-year old who goes to school in a hick-filled 'palace'... anyways, then I can finally work with the 12 pounds, and finish with a cool-down on the five's again. ><; whatever. Gotta go... need to grab sleep before Domo'n shows up.

    ...whatever,
      Squall.

   I'm tired. Fuck an update. I've had a screwy week. ><; see you tomorrow.

    ...whatever,
      Squall.

   Gotta go back to school tomorrow. ><; Damn. Oh well. But I started another story, I'll post it at Amnesia. I'm still writing Blessed, and I jsut needed something to do, and this popped into my head. *proud* yeah...whatever. I'll let you know. Oh, and I think I forgot to tell you all; I was camping that last four days. ^^ *had a really good time* It was wonderful. Really. I had lots of fun, and didn't have to talk to everyone. Go me. Well, update later. Bye.

    ...whatever,
      Squall.

   ...okay. This should be a very long update, being as I slacked off for three days. ...Whatever. Firstly, I would like to comment once more on my hatred for humanity. Humans are so selfish. They make it seem like they want to annihilate the Earth... I won't let them. ><; No. I've decided I want to be a forest ranger. I'm not sure what to do, but I've looked into it and I think that it would work out for me.
   I lost control today. Everyone knows how much I hate cigerettes and hate whomever employs their use... Even Jeff. I lost it when he was smoking and walked over to me-- and less than an inch away-- waved it at me. My mind just screamed and my side-persona-- whom I've began calling Kahlissia, or Kahli for short-- just went ballistic. I hit him. Hard as I could, and I weight train so... yeah. I punched his shoulder, and just kept hitting him. I couldn't... stop. It felt like I was watching someone use my body. I saw from my eyes, and from Kahli's eyes. It was just... insane. I stopped when Kahli's burst of rage was spent and Jeff moved. Then I just... glared. The whole time I was freaking out and like "shit!".
   So, anyways... Jeff was mad at me. ><; *doesn't really care* ...Whatever...
   I'm tired. I know I had a lot more to say, but if I don't curl up and read a book then sleep, I'll pass out. Yeah. Whatever.

   ...In Spanish, we usually have to work groups. I hate groups. And people. And stupidity. yeah. Update later.

    (...),
      Squall.