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Yeah, so I just got my hair CHOPPED OFF. Used to be almost to my waist--now it hits my chin. And I'm dying it red. Boo-yah. I'll put up some pictures later, yes?

To Arrow - Definately, look forward to seeing the new do!

Cari, taking advanced classes implies smartness at a higher level. Maybe I've been misinformed, or my university is just really stingy about who it picks as a teacher because I keep hearing that at my university, and all others, one requires a PHD to be even considered. And I don't know about the US, but in Canada it takes 7+ years to achieve one of those. I was planning on getting my doctorate in English/Language Sciences but when I saw how much those courses cost the reality that my parents were douche bags (to put it nicely they flat out refused to help me financially in anything even though they brought in a collective six figure income) and the fact I didn't want to be swimming in debt till I was fifty changed my mind.

I'm glad for your cousin though, math was always hard for me, but not now, its strange. I can do abnormally fast math in my head and percentages which I couldn't do with a calculator in grade 12 are now no more than a brief thought these days.

On another note, I should probably post another picture of myself, that last one is moderately embarrassing and not at all flattering.

Pics are still a no go but I've got more poetry!

You'll know where to find it.
-Andrew

Psst! Here's the link!

That middle one was...wild. It kind of reminds me of the dramatic prarie dog (look it up on youtube).
-Andrew

Sooooo, it'll be a few days before I can get someone to properly take my picture, but here, for your viewing pleasure (or horror, take your pick) is pre-haircut Elv from a year ago. Hooray for HS graduation.

Shazam!



Holy crap that hair is long. Get a trim, ya hippie!

(Interesting factoid: During the time this picture was taken I had a raging case of hell-flu (actual name) (no it's not, I'm lying), and had stuffed Kleenex down my dress so I could blow my nose as needed.)

Cute! I like the hair, but what about the trim job?
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I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Today was perfect. I slept in, took a relaxing shower, and ate brunch. By one, I was on my email. I had gotten a message from John--after I had kind of...uh, made a long message the night before--that ended in "Love".

I went to school, and rode over to graduation with my college counselor, which was a lot of fun. We talked the whole way easily with no awkward silences whatsoever. I got help putting on the damn outfit, talked to friends, took pictures with a bunch of people, including Will, and told John that I love him. Henson was there, and I gave him a hug. He understands.

I went through graduation with one of my closest friends two seats away from me, and when John gave his salutatorian address, I began to tear up. Despite the gold sash being awkward, I felt like everything was good. I took the diploma, gave more people hugs, and sighed as I left, looking back on my childhood.

Someone caught my eye as I stood with the past and the present converging. I turned and looked up to a set of brown eyes warm enough to make stone melt. Of course it would be Robert. I said stupidly that I didn't think he would be there, and he laughed and looked at me with those eyes and said "Of course I'm here." Of course, I thought. Yes. I met his sister again, and his mother. His mother gave me a present. I was astonished, because I had only met her once before, two years ago. But she remembered me still. Like mother like son, I supposed, and my phone rang. Grandma. I sighed, and told her I'd meet her. I walked by Robert again, and said, "Love you." I'm dropping in next week.

When I got in the car, I unwrapped the paper and opened the little brown cardboard box. I gasped. It was a Cross pen, a very, very high quality pen, black and gold. And I thought it again, for the millionth time that day.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
~Andrew

It looks good on you! If I cut my hair that short my dad would probably disown me though. Something about in the bible it saying that your hair should fall in your face when you pray, but it can be short and do that. Oh well I like my hair how it is anyway.

meh, I have to deal with my whole family. I'm kinda the odd man out, they all drink coffee and tea, which I hate, I mean some tea I can handle, but not all. I've pretty much been over protected for my whole life with all the medical stuff I have, so I don't get to hang out with friends very much, and most of them are either going to a out of state college or on their missions right now. Plus with scheduling school and work, it's hard to schedule any time where we'll both get the same days off.

Pretty much a dysfunctional family, but we survive somehow. My mom isn't too happy at my older brothers right now since they just bought motorcycles and she hates the thought. Both her and my dad have had friends get killed on those things. I wouldn't mind having one, but I'm not in a hurry, I'll give her a few years to get her heart rate back to normal. Other than that, everything is fine here, got 4 days off from work which was nice for a change.

I got $170 for my b-day, got me 2 games and a light up keyboard for my PC, which is awesome, and yes I'm a gamer, but not that into it. I have a custom built computer, clear side panel with lights in it, 19in widescreen monitor, surround sound. It's not a bad system, but it's not the best one out their either. Just use it to play a few games, and my 20gb worth of music that I have, plus internet of course.