My life is so inconsistent. My journal is perhaps snynomous with my life. Hence the monthly gaps between framgemented entries. Despite a myriad of insane events, I have managed to find a few minutes to contribute to a sincere attempt at preventing another hiatus. Hroom. Hroom. Hroom. (Those would be a form of pondering closely relating to the contemplative sound of Ents. Imagine it as a slow shuffling of the vocals into a procession of stagnant thought.)

Lately I've been feeling really disconnected with everyone. Lara's been shut off from society by her parents, and with her crying in isolation, I've missed our conversations. I talked to Dave yesterday and we had really lovely chat, I swear, we're both so weird... I don't even know. Him and Lara have called things off for now. It's sort of confusing only because it was done so simplisticly. But the night before that was sad in a vague way. Dave played his first show in a while at the loft. Brendan came. Jamie came and instantly attatched herself to her friend. But no one was really there. I mean existing in an abridging emotional way, not a sort of corporal identification. Once again, I must remind any smidgen of readers I have that I am odd, have been deemed as so, have accepted it as so, and have loved it as so. Because of my vast oddities, I tend to phrase things ODDLY. So I don't know, but lately, it's been like this.