I had my laptop back right now. Man.

I love that girl entirely too much. It sucks every time I leave.

I keep waking up too many times during the night. I fucking hate having bad dream after bad dream. It's like they won't stop showing. I don't even care if I have dreams again, I just want to sleep when I need to. I get too exhausted and unmotivated after awhile. I turn into a prick to say the least. Fucking people and their affects.

The snow here is incredible. It's incredibly inconvenient but I can't help but just love it. It got me stranded in Bozeman for a longer time than I expected. It got so cold in Bozeman that we couldn't even walk a few blocks to the Movie theater. Then the furnace in the entire house went out in the middle of the night. I got woken up by a shivering body and then to find out that I was shivering myself is not the best way to wake up early early in the morning. It sucked even worse having to get out from under the covers to go find more blankets. It was the same temperature as it was outside in the house. So we had to hideout in our little matchbox room with five down comforters and watched about 7 different movies in one day. The repair man wasn't finished until late afternoon. We stayed cooped up in our matchbox for over 48 hours. I love the fact that you can get food delivered to your house. Snow, snow and more snow. The door was almost buried by a drift of snow. I've never had a weekend so interesting and funfilled without going anywhere before. I love it.

Wow.

I did not expect that when I moved back that this much would change. And when I mean this much, I mean everything. My direction in life has totally changed. My relationships with all of my friends have changed. I was an insane person when I left, and I am even more insane now.

They say that a person in love has the same qualities as somebody who is insane. I think in order to fall in love, you have to become insane first.

So in less that two years, I tried three different schools. College obviously isn't the thing for me to do. So I am going to become a tattoo artist. I have an apprenticeship with an amazing artist. I just started. I have to do a shit ton of tracing. Tracing, tracing, and some more tracing. My hand get super cramped up.

It's funny how I don't care to use this site to post my art anymore. I've created so many different pieces and I just don't care to post any of them up here. I have a lot of shit too.

It's weird having something set in your life and having something to look forward to in the future and you know that's what you want to do with your life. I am happy. I am focused. I am ready.

I haven't felt this great since forever. I am stressed out about some things. I am scared about some things. I just feel amazing. It's like I got my groove back after being kicked out of it for so long. It's cool. I've forgotten about and moved on from so many things that used to just drag me down and stick in my mind. It's gone. I finally have the weight of so many things lifted off of my shoulders.

My heart has been completely dominated. I didn't see it coming. I didn't think it would be with this person. Deep down I knew for a very long time but never thought that I would come to this point. It's a very weird feeling. A very different feeling from anything i've ever felt before. It's a weird connection kinda thing.

I like the stories where a boy and a girl are best friends for a long time and then they fall in love and everything hits the fan in a very epic moment or time. Like New Years. I like the stories because the stories became a reality and I have no idea how to handle it. It's overwhelming but great at the same time.

I always somewhere else. When you're talking to me, I am usually somewhere else. Like at a tea party with the Mad Hatter or traveling through the Information Superhighway. Or maybe trying to figure out how to draw an Air Zepplin.

Drawing has consumed my life. I don't really care to paint anymore at this moment. It kinda sucks. I have to stay in that drawing mode and now I can't get enough of it. I just love spending days and late nights just drawing on my big lap board in bed listening to Hip Hop.

My music taste has changed too. I still love my indie music and still love all of my favorite bands. I just can't get enough hip hop and R&B. I have to draw to a funky beat for some reason. I can't listen to harder music or softer rock type music. I just need a constant beat that will stick in my head. It's been working out for me.

Man, it's weird that I am actually growing the fuck up. I wonder what happens when I am done with my apprenticeship. That's when my life really starts. I'll be able to take my trade anywhere in the entire world pretty much. That's the part that I am really excited about. I'll have a lot of freedom in my job. I'll get paid to do art all day. Better yet, do art on people. You'll know that your art is going to get looked at everyday by somebody for the rest of their lives. They will always remember you.

That's all I've ever wanted with my life. Now that I know that I am on my way there, I am so incredibly excited.

I hate missing somebody to the point where you can't or don't want to handle it some times. Even though they only live two hours away from you, it sucks.

I like writing here sometimes. I don't know most of the people that still use this, so strangers are reading it. It's easy to tell a stranger your secrets sometimes.

Sleep is calling me. My dreams are like another life outside of my head. They all make sense in their own crazy fucked up way. They're all pretty good for the most part. I wonder what the movie will be like tonight.