Hello fellows.

Yep. Day's over, and I lost $4. But it was a good $4. To lose.

I'll miss these fuckers, I will. Miss them halfway to my death.

So on a happier note, this laptop is very nice. For those of you who don't know, his name is Yildirim, which means thunderbolt. The name would sound corny in English, but in Turkish, it's poetic, and Yildirim's just the type of machine that deserves a powerful, poetic name. As far as laptops go, he's huge, but that's how I like them. Big.

He's also got a widescreen monitor and a 128 MB video card that will ease my eyes a bit more than otherwise. And don't forget that he's got his name. He would be nothing if he were Charlie, but as Yildirim, he's grand! (Some might say he's massive.)

Can't you tell that I'm trying not to think about the fact that I won't see anybody for a few months? Well, I think I'm making too big a fucking deal about it, dammit. It's a few months. Without my friends and family units.

What am I saying? It -is- a big deal.

But it does no good to whine, yes?

High School, as Eric more or less put it, has been cancelled, and we're now moving on to the spinoff show called College. Maybe the drama involved in my being far, far away will make good episode fodder, but I'm sure the writers already overused that angle with Sarosh. Speaking of which, I wonder how she's doing...

That does help put things into perspective. Remembering that Sarosh had to do this whole thing before any of us did, and that she had to go farther. She can't even visit us to celebrate solstices and freedom. I salute you, Sarosh. Yours is easily the harder draw.

Ah, and now a very welcome feeling. Now I want to leave. Sure, the main reason may be that I want this foolishness to end; I want to live my life and stop complaining about the life I'm leaving behind.

It's sad to think that I may grow apart from John and Eric (with whom I am the closest). They say the friends you make in college become so much more important to you; that they bond with you much tighter than any other friends you'll make. I guess it would be cool to have friends that are better than John and Eric, but... well, I like John and Eric, dammit.

Oh well. We'll remain friends. Just how close?

Think on that, because I will. Hasta la byebye.