I know that I haven't been around that much lately. I haven't died, I've just been studying. Finals are finally over (Thank God!) and I can finally relax. This semester has been the most challenging ever, but the funny thing is that I think I did okay. I actually tried. I might even get A's and B's. (That's what I'm asking Santa for this year, anyway.) It feels weird actually being proud of myself for once. My dad even said that he was proud. Who would have guessed. I have some catching up to do, but I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel!
Apart from school and cramming, my life is great. I used to hate it when dudes would get on here and brag about how great their girlfriends are, but right now I can't help it. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't know if I'm allowed to announce this yet, but we are moving in together. Now we are searching for the perfect place. You know when you are about to buy a car and you find yourself looking at every car you see on the street in a different way? That is what I'm doing, except with apartments, houses, etc.
So I guess I'm going off to the gym now. (For everyone who snorted at that fact...I've been working out quite often lately, thank you very much.) It feels nice not having a ton of shit to do all the time. I have some Christmas shopping to do. I need to finish that up. Is it just me or do other guys hate the mall? I feel like you enter into a jungle world and God forbid you take the last of something that some old lady with a cane wants for her grandaughter. Women turn viscious.