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Alright, in light of me managing to snag a wonderful girlfriend. (Go figure. Playboy me finds someone who will take me and stay stable for more than two dates). It's really amazing.

I need to get my friend, Taiki, laida date.

So. Here we go. She (Or he.) Needs to be of age. So older than 16. Needs to not be too short. He's freakishlytall. Looks need not apply. Best to like nerdy shitbooks, gaming things, learninglame things. Oh, and they need to deal with a sarcastic personality.

He can be sweet, honest. He just has snark to the extreme.

So yeah. Comment here and I'll weed through the masses.

Went upstairs to try and find milk for cereal and got cornered by my mother. She thinks, for some reason, I need to go to therapy (if any of you knew my mother, you'd see the humor in this). Told her I absolutely will not be going, she said she just wants me to be a happy young man. Not wanting to miss any opportunity, I said, quite like a petulant child, that a puppy would make me happy.

She looked at me with what I think was a look of her remembering her version of myself as a youth. And said all right.

So now tomorrow after I'm done my morning private, my mother is taking me to buy a puppy. There are very few words to describe how pleased I am, needlessly to say I might have shrieked like a little girl.

(Also, Draco, you can be the first one to come over and visit him. Har har har.)

That's right. My husband's school is more popular than your school. <3 Take that, USC. This is also probably why our football team is better. That and the fact that that very same smug-looking husband is the coach.


Harry - This doesn't mean I love you any less for not going to UCLA like you were supposed to.

This weekend? Best party ever.

Last night? One of the worst nights ever.

Whichever of you people felt the need to TELL Oliver about me trying to leave the ranch? Thanks for that. Thank you ever so fucking much for giving Mr. Do As I Say But Don't Do As I Do that level of ammo. He was already technically sort of pissed but not talking about it that we had to get a cab back from the party since I was supposed to be DD and nobody bothered to say that, and this just? Kinda pushed him over, I guess.

I got this awesome screamy lecture that was at least more entertaining than the kind I get from most people because of the looks on his face as he was shouting fuckword after fuckword at me. Seriously. It was sort of entertaining. I didn't know there were so many conjugations of it really.

I'm not totally sure why last night was all that bad. It's not the kind of thing I haven't heard a hundred times before or anything like that. It wasn't really anything new getting tossed out there about being ungratful, selfish, irresponsible, whatever, and how I really need to "get your fucking shit together, I fucking mean it or you're gonna end up seriously fucked when I'm arrested for your bullshit."

I told him that I'm eighteen and he's technically not supposed to BE the one responsible for any of it anymore and he was only legally responsible for about seven weeks, which I spent with total supervision making him a friendship noose at which point he stopped speaking to me for the night, and hasn't yet resumed that today.

It's weird that I'm regretting this. Two months ago he was a stranger, so I'm not sure why I happen to give a shit about anything he's said now, you know?

I'm confused.

Seems like a really good time to have signed up for a journal! LOOK at all those posts about parties!


Oh yeah. Hi. I'm Mako. You should invite me to your parties. Because I'm awesome.

You know, there's something to be said for getting out and being social. Maybe I shouldn't be a hermit after all.

So, what do you kids do for fun around here?

For those of you who might be interested, I've been given leave to say that Fayth, down in Mission Viejo, is back open for all business, not just alterations. We are over the blue flu and ready for customers.

Okay, gang, let's get this straight - friggin' bathing in Purell didn't save anyone from getting sick lately, and it's sure as hell not going to help now.

Go look on Wikipedia about how immune systems work. I'll wait.

Kids at my school are surprisingly stupid.

Thank you everyone for your support and kind words last time I posted here... And even those of you that offered advice masked in rudeness.

To those of you that even care to know, you're looking at the new Marian Paroo in The Music Man... It's only a small theater's production, but I guess it's a start in the direction that most of you wanted to see me in... And because of that, I expect each of you there on opening night to make sure I don't croak.

Hello, Valarnet!

I never did any sort of official hello on here, and then the Blue Plague thing happened and I was kind of distracted. And also trapped in a hospital because of quarantine, not because I was sick.

I'm a law student at UCLA. My name's Eugène Lesgle de Meaux, aka L'Aigle, aka Eagle, aka Bossuet. Only my mom calls me Eugène. Mainly I answer to L'Aigle or Bossuet. Bossuet's a...pun relating to French language stuff and it's a little complicated, but I like it.

Anyway, hello party people and people who are no longer stuck under quarantine!

I finally talked to my dad today. I didn't want to talk to him until after I talked to my coach, to find out whether or not he was going to stick with me after this whole thing with my parents is finalized and I'm happy to say that I won't have to look for a new coach. We're going to use a different gym though, otherwise my dad will just be able to come down whenever I'm training and that's the opposite of what I want.

So, yeah, my dad. He's definitely not happy and says he's going to fight this. I told him there was nothing to fight, because legally there's nothing he can do to stop me from taking control of my life.

There are still so many other people I need to talk to, but once this is all taken care of, I'm going to sit down and decide exactly what I'm going to do as far as competing goes. I do plan on going to the American Cup in Boston in March, but after that, I'm not sure what I'm doing.