I keep on talking trash, but I never say anything...

Well, here we are. It's 2008. Big freaking whoop. Heh, sorry, that sounds cynical, but... well, no, it is. I've never really understood New Year's. Yes, it's symbolic, I suppose, but so are plenty of other holidays that have some significance aside from location within an arbitrary calendar system. I find it kind of hard to think of the new year as any kind of new beginning besides just another day.

Anyway, break has been low-key and fairly fun so far. Christmas in San Fran was decent. I mean, the first few days were great, but after a while the sheer volume of the dysfunction flowing through my aunt and uncle's tiny house got to everyone. It was definitely good to come home to a few small parties and general hanging out-ness.

It's amazing how much I miss the city already. I mean, a week and a half ago when I left, I couldn't get out of the city fast enough. This semester has been tough. I don't mean to complain, because I really am happy. It's just been an adjustment.

But now, I can't wait to get back to school. I love my friends here, but I miss walking to wherever I need to go. I miss BOYS. It's not even hooking up with them, I just miss being in an environment in which that's a real possibility, or where I feel like... well, like people want me. Shallow and insecure? Yes, but such is life.

I'm going back to the good ol' restaurant for the next couple weeks to make some money, because I am B-R-O-K-E. With any luck, it'll be enough for me to stave off employment for the next semester. We shall see. And I mean, one of the models on the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency was found in a CPK, so... I just have to wait for that! Kudos, me.