got back from Sherman. (NHI thing, guys. you know, that thing I always complain about and then talk incessantly about how much I miss it when it's over.) we came in second. which isn't a disappointment. at all. well, maybe a little. but it was a great experience. I'm glad I staffed this year instead of judged. I actually met some people this time instead of just going like a loser with no friends. it was great. this time, not the loser times. I really got to know this one girl. Tiffany was a breath of fresh air - she's awesome. I proposed to Kim at Fiesta Texas. I gave her a ring and everything; it had a skull and crossbones on it, but it's still a neverending symbol of my love for her. why am I such a fucking fuck-up all of the time? why can't I be all normal and shit?