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Wow. This is my first post in nearly TEN YEARS. I don't even have anything more to add to that exclamation! NOTE: This is not good writing. It's not good anything. This is a word/emotions-main break, and there's no plumbers available. It's also kind of PG-13. It's curious how much sex can affect our moods. It's got admin privileges of the sliding spectrum that is emotion! Christmas 2018, both my fiancé and I were too busy. He was working 6 days a week, and I had average hours but a taxing commute and my department was working on a huge acquisition. We had our weeknight evenings in, but we were too tired from two heavy workloads that we quickly became two couch potatoes. Our weekends were chock full of family events, and I felt guilty going to see my parents during the week because that led to more cage time for our year-old puppy. Our poor dog was exasperated from the amount of time we spent not playing with her. We were so burnt out that by the time ...

I figure the only way to do this now is just to jump back in. Today was actually a great day. This morning when I woke up, the weather was really cool. COLD for only the first of September, however. I know exactly how cold it was because I had fallen asleep on the couch in the sitting room with the window open, in my work clothes. I was covered in one blanket, toasty warm—all except the tip of my nose. It was practically frozen. It took some wiggling to get some feeling in the end of it. So, feeling all chilly and bleary-eyed, I went to class. I was a half-hour early (which was good) except I left my planner at home (which was bad). After my first class was done, I proceeded to the next one—only to find that our teacher was sick, and wasn't showing up today. So I went home, because I didn't have any other homework to do, and right when I walked in the door, I heard the phone ringing. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Is this Alexa?" "Yes..." This is an odd...

I seem to be posting on a monthly basis now. Sorry. Life is just going by so fast. I'm starting college in a week... I should probably cool it with twitter lately. As much as I like it, it's like cheating when it comes to a blog. Even if blogs are kind of going out of style... WHAT? I didn't say it. Okay, so I did.

So...I'm thinking that this was a bad idea. I stayed up all night doing laundry. Let's just hope I don't get in trouble with the 'rents...

Sike. THIS is my 200th post. I dunno how that happened, it tricked me. HAPPY 200!!

So this is my 200th blog post. Doesn't that seem weird? I've had this blog for two years and I've just NOW gotten to 200 posts. Shows how faithful I am to the projects that I start, heh. I haven't posted lately because I've been checking off all the things on my lifetime to-do list...passing high school (I know, I can't believe after all the stress, I actually did it. Sort of. It's a long story for another time!), graduating, and this past saturday I had the biggest party EVER that was in my honor. My graduation party was a great time. I got a crapload of money, I got drunk and had fun, and ate tons of good food. Now, it's time to grow up. Yeah, I know that line warrants a huge sigh from me, but I'm rather optimistic. I know that it's all downhill from here, but I think that a few more years and I'll be ready to be a big bad adult. It's really strange to think of myself as an adult now. But ever since my birthday, the changes have been ...

So, prom was last night. It was pretty sweet. Had a lot of fun. I hung out with people that were all pretty cool. My date was probably the nicest guy there. I felt like a girl for once, caked in makeup and sparkles and a pretty dress and...yeah. It was nice. This year's prom was very...pleasant. I know that I'm going to look back on both of the proms I went to and just sigh, I'm happy that there weren't any catastrophes, disasters, embarassments, anything. Overall, I just had a great time. And I'm thankful that they don't allow freshmen or sophomores at prom (unless they're invited) because I was pretty antisocial my first two years of high school, so I don't think I would've had as nice a time. Compared to last year, I think my date had more fun because he actually goes to our school. My date last year went to my school in middle school, but he moved. He knew everyone, but it was kind of uncomfortable for him. Not to mention, although we have been f...