No more emo bitching. I'ma save that for the....emo kids? Shit doesn't work out like I want it to, but hey, that's life, and mine could be worse.

Am I too girly if I cry at brotherly love? I wish I had a sibling as cool as Sam or Dean. Mine just tell me I'm fat, and sometimes call me by the wrong name. Damn, I said no more emo bitching.

Summer school starts up tomorrow, so it's my hope to knock out some hours and get this degree finished. It's completely ridiculous, the crap that I've landed myself in. Academia, here I come.

By the way, I am completely enamored by my new dog. She may be the love of my life.