Eternal Sonata is a great fucking game. Any game that has places called Fort Fermata, Andantino, and evil villains like Count Waltz countered by heroines named Viola is a GOOD FUCKING GAME.

Eternal Sonata -
Akako and Kyoko Nakahara -
Tholyn Redbern -
Tom, the bionic anarchist -
fanfiction.net -
Cid Highwind, Loz -
Secondhand Lions -
a visit to a house that acted as a sanctuary for me during a dark time -
The Dark Knight -
the complete collection of Vivaldi's bassoon concertos -
a sky full of stars that I can actually SEE -
multitudes of trees and grass and space and clean air to breathe -
I went outside and didn't NEEEEEEED a coat -
not in Chicago for a while and thusly am not working :D -
That 70s Show -
staying up gratuitously late -
internet -
satellite tv with tivo -

All are things that have brought me great joy over the past week. I get a haircut tomorrow and am going to hang out with some friends I haven't seen in a while. Should be a happy new year.

New home indefinitely. This isn't like moving to Olathe or Shawnee or some other podunk town close enough to home to feel secure. No, this isn't even like Baltimore where I knew I'd see my parents on school breaks and was only there for school - not to live. But Chicago is something else entirely and frankly, if it weren't for the knowledge that Tascha is already well established up there I would be a ball of nerves right about now. Currently I'm just anxious. I packed up my boxes and bags today and cleaned my living room. I saw faces for what may be the last time and have a well made resume to pass out to (hopefully) eager employers.

What is there to say when you know your life as you know it is ending? I've sort of cut all my puppet strings from this place so as to make a clean easy break so now I feel like I'm floating. I'm in limbo for the next 36 or so hours. 845pm tomorrow heralds the beginning of life anew with Tascha - whom I feel blessed to have. She knows how to motivate me and make me be a more responsible person. This move is going to be for the better, its literally moving on, up, forward, all of the above. I'm excited and yet exhausted of thinking of the possibilities.

Tascha said she could get me a job at the restaurant where she works as a dishwasher/hostess/something that doesn't pertain to food prep. I originally thought that such a position would be a last resort but seeing as how I'm battling inertia I decided to ask for that job right away. I can keep posting resumes and applying for jobs but without money then I'm no help to my lovely Tascha.

I took an Adderall today to help me get my packing done and I feel twacked out of sorts. I definitely feel different and the only way I know how to remedy this is to smoke weed but under the hound's watch of my parents and the exclusion of DeSoto from popular society, I am weedless through and through.

Packing was easy but now I'm wondering, just how much of the past do I want to bring with me?