First things first...

So, I gave into my own temptation and got myself a separate blog. It seems like the right thing to do nowadays. I could just continue with my musings on MySpace, but I feel like a need someplace special. Someplace separate to chronicle my thoughts, findings, and musings.

Plus, I do things irrationally. Live with it.

Anyways, even though I should be sleeping right now, a lot of things weigh on my mind. As of right now, I have two days left until I leave for college. That's two days before I move away from my hometown for the first time. There's a lot in Billings that I'm going to miss, like joking around with my gang at the Wynnsong or gossiping at City Brew. I'm going to miss all the friends I leave behind here. And I'm going to miss the friends that move away as well. Some will move close to where I am...some not so much.

And as such, I've been treating this week as my grand farewell to Billings. Not only have I been the most social I've been in a long time, I've also been incredibly productive. All my stuff is packed and ready to go. I'm currently living out of a duffel bag with a couple of days worth of clothes and my laptop. It's odd seeing this bedroom bare, stripped of some of the things I held close to me for the past five years.

As for socializing, nearly every day this week has been spent hanging out with people, seeing some for what may be the last time in a long, long while. I kicked things off Sunday with a day at Shaun's house. It was great to do what we always did: hang around, eat junkfood, and play video games until dark. A few hours of Rock Band and a Soul Calibur IV tournament was a great way to relax.
Monay wasn't much. Just going out and getting the last things I needed before I leave.
Tuesday I woke up dangerously early (as in 9:30) to April walking into my bedroom. Luckily I was already dressed. We went out to IHOP for a quick breakfast. Sometimes just sitting and chatting with a friend can make hours go by quickly. Don't even need to do anything but talk. Later that night, I went to see Weird Al Yankovic in concert for the second time. While it wasn't as fun as the first time I saw him, it was still a good way to revisit my childhood. I still remember all the words to most of his songs! Still, one thing nagged at the back of my mind as I saw my ex-girlfriend across the auditorium. I feel as if there's still a lot of unresolved issues and conflicting feelings from our breakup, which is probably why I feel really shitty when I see her, much less try to talk. It really doesn't help that I have both conflicting anger and platonic love. And it was made tougher with my sister egging me on to bitch Markie out. I really wish that break-up could have happened a lot smoother. Which, a big part of that was my fault.
Yesterday, being Wednesday, I was supposed to go grab lunch with Jon but overslept. Whoops. However, I did wake up in time to head up to City Brew to deliver my acoustic guitar, Marguerite, to Sarah. She looked great, as usual, and being able to waste hours just talking was something I looked forward to. There still is some unrequited feelings, but I've kept it in control in order to still have a good, stable friendship. The last thing I wanna do is appear like a psycho to one of the only close friends I have who is going to Missoula. Shortly afterwards, I went to the fair and met up with Christina and Jessica, both of whom I may not see for a long time. It was fun, yet bittersweet. Those two have been really great friends, giving me both encouragement and counsel. (They were exceptionally supportive back when I had depression, as well as after my last break-up. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have gone to my Senior prom, and I would have remained rather cold and bitter for at least a few more months)

On Friday, I'll be seeing Alex, Brit, Nikky (hopefully), and April for the last time. Really quite sad, seeing as they are like family to me (especially Brit, who has been great emotional support for me, as I have given her counsel and advice as well. We can pretty much tell one another anything).

Then, Saturday morning, I pack up my last remaining things and leave Billings for Missoula. A new life awaits me, a rather jarring change. Now I will only know a few people, and few will know me. There's no parents or siblings. I sleep in a new bed, with a person I barely know sleeping across the room from me. There will be new things to do, new places to go. New girls to date, new friends to make. Although leaving Billings is rather sad, I cannot wait to be in Missoula.

And that is why I really have started this blog. In this digital age, it turns out that even a friend on the other side of the world can be a click away. With this blog, I can update my friends and family back at home, while (hopefully) entertaining people I meet in my new home.

So with that, let the blogging begin!