So i was in the park when suddenly...

I'm entering a depression... I think. I just really hate the place I moved to is all, and I want to be home again. I'm actually starting to forget how certain people make me feel back home. Except you John, because you Skype me a lot. It sucks. It kind of hit hard when somebody asked me about school dances, or dances in general. I don't know why, but despite the fact that I have never been to a school dance, I have strong memories of them. Well, more like the repercussions of the next morning. The gossip of the night before, what happened and such. But one thing I do know, is that I hate them. Well, dances in general. I have been to those, and it is one of the most terrible things to endure, ever. I remember on my last visit to Saint John's I was at a dance, and I ended up (as always) in the corner, wishing I wasn't there, and that I was in the closest thing to home I had at the time, a cramped hotel room. Sole source of entertainment, my sister's copy of Twilight.

Here's a tip for knowing rock bottom. When you end up wanting to read Twilight, as a heterosexual male, and not even at the part where James comes in (shine on you crazy diamond) your there.

But for something of seemingly little value, it was of great importance. The concept of dance. I actually shed a tear, or six. All I know is that it was less than ten. I understand how important this is to the family, and our income, but to be tortured for money is even more unappealing than it sounds.

Depression is an annoyance. Almost more than Waldo. Whenever I find him he's always escaped and hidden again on the next page! I'm going to update pictures and stuff soon, and then there will be cake.