BagelCON was...well, it was.

We left on a cold, rainy Friday. We came back on a slightly warmer, not so rainy but foreboding, Sunday Noon. The whole time I was there I wished I was elsewhere, except during unrequited love. I love that activity. Nothing better. Well...some things....

Life is better than I expected it would be had you asked me a month ago. A lot better. Things aren't going great at school, and I'm hanging on a knife-edge in regards to my free time because of swimming and forensics, but everything seems right. Like there isn't any issue about whether things will turn out better than I can imagine. Right, capital R.

I'm honestly really freaking out about Sierra's birthday present. Whether it gets done in time is a huge issue; I might have to postpone the giving of it, as much as I hate saying that.

Phew. *exhausted "phew"*

I really DON'T like the Doors. I can understand why people do...it's just that I don't. Too bad, really. It's good music. I just hate it.

In retrospect the Con wasn't that bad. I had missed some people and I got to see them for the first time in a month or two, and that's ALWAYS awesome. Kristin and John Bailey and Chelsea...There were a lot of people there that I don't know, though. Lot's of CON-virgins and lots of people that are about my age but are REALLY tall. They're probably even juniors, but they're all so mature looking. Meh.

So, I rush my ass to get a present ready (due to technical difficulties, and my dad being dumb) as I ready myself for an extremely intense week and after that, an extremely intense quarter. Bleh.

But hey, life requires contrast...