Hi there! One thing I just love about deviantART is the ability to rant anonymously to even more anonymous people. Well, I guess what I mean by rant is simply putting your feelings/thoughts down on paper. Er, the computer screen. I also wanted to prove to y'all that I'm not quite dead yet. I promise I've been busy, with soccer and such. I've been drawing a bit I suppose, and I've attempted my first painting! (which I have yet to submit) I'm actually pleased with myself, because it's not terrible. It's supposed to be a wolfie, and now that I look at it, I believe it resembles more of a fox now. But oh well. Ya know, my last journal was from January 1st! And what a depressing journal that was. I recently felt the urge to type up one of these again. And the so typing comences.

I suppose I can say that compared to my last journal, I'm much happier than I used to be. I have numerous new friends, and even some friends that I've grown extremely close to. I think I knew much more people back where I used to live, but that's alright. Sometimes it feels kinda nice having to be more independent as I walk around campus, my neighborhood, etc. It's a real lonely feeling, but it feels pretty good. Exhilirating, even. This past schoolyear has certainly surpassed my expectations. Those expectations basically being, "make at least a few nice friends." Haha WELL. Not only have I made several nice friends, but I consider a few of them to be best friends. I mean that in every way possible! From what people up here tell me, I'm loveable and appealing! :3 Girls looove being told that. That's another thing... Not a single fibre of my being expected anyone to like me that much. I can say that that was surpassed as well.

And now it's summer! I've occupied myself with soccer and summer assignments for next year. Not once have I visited my hometown. The next time I'll be able to do that will be over winter break again. That's basically my birthday/christmas present combined. I am perfectly happy with that. I'll be turning 17, and I'm trying to convince my mom to let me take the train down to the city, and then to my town. My mom probably wouldn't like the idea of me alone in the city, but she won't have to know if I decide to wander a bit. I'll probably get that lonely feeling on the way down. It'll be something wonderful to look forward to. That's something that's been passing through my mind lately; the holidays.

It's nice, having two sets of friends. Speaking of which, a few days ago I just got back from a vacation with one of my best friend's family. She's one of them from upstate. It was about 4 hours away from my house, and boy was it beautiful. It was her grandma's house, which was on a lake. I stayed there with her for 6 days. She goes there alot, and she's always told me about it. I never understood what the big deal was. Now I know. It was Lake Cayuga, one of the finger lakes, in this adorably quaint little town. We walked everywhere, we did every water sport you could imagine on her grandmother's boat, we ate fantastically healthy food all week, and it was just beautiful. The lonely feeling was different. I was being independent, but I was with someone close to my heart! I am very grateful I decided to accept her invitation. She had told me that I was her only friend that she could possibly deal with for 6 days straight. When you have low expectations about making friends, it's nice to hear things like that.

Many things went on during our little vacation. It was good for both of us to get away. We're both having... man troubles. She's going out with another of my best friends. Many people come to me when they need someone to talk to. Both come to me. I don't mind at all, I truly like listening to people. I like the feeling of knowing that you have someone who's always there for you whenever you need it, and I like the feeling that I successfully fulfill this occupation for others. Sometimes it hurts though, listening to friends' hurtings. It hurts to hurt, too, especially when you feel the need to be there for someone else. I've been a tad emotional lately. I met someone this year who became extremely close to me. He left two days ago to serve in the Navy. I'm so thankful that I've had the opportunity to meet him this year. Truly a good person, he was. He always made sure I knew that he was always there for me, and he was. He always made sure I was aware of how incredible I was. Those were his words. Yes, he meant alot to me. I'll always remember how special he made my first year at my new school. I'll be able to see him in 8 weeks, but then after that, who knows. This kinda stuff is what gets me emotional; people leaving, leaving people, etc. I can't believe I've known him for only a year. I guess it's true; easy come, easy go.