All I do are updates

Haven't felt like writing much lately. School is hell.

-tattoo looks better. There was a while there where i was worried. Damn thing got so scabby you could ski on it.
-experienced my first cyper-psycho. I belong to a messageboard and this chick had everyone drawn into her web. Was discovered she made everthing up (including the death of her best friend and a fellow poster). People are weird.
-getting much better on the fiddle. I can play "Whisky youre the devil". Sort of.

Okay, here's the problem, I am like a gazillion years old and i met someone way younger than me. We are having a light flirtation and i am enjoying it immensely. He is very literate and well-spoken, which is odd in itself as i havent met too many of those at his age. I am too embarrased to actually say anything to him because i dont want him to think i am a creepy cougar. If he was even 2 years older, i wouldnt have a problem.
But alas, I am a victim of the socio-stratum that encompasses us all. (I am trying to use my Liberal Arts as much as I can here people. Work with me.)

Oooh! I have a job interview with a very nice engineering firm in 2 weeks. Which is perfect. 2 weeks is just enough time to worry myself into a state of goo.

I JUST called the police on the meth-head who lives across the hall. I am expecting bad things to happen tonight in retribution. Though one wonders how much retribution a meth-head can muster up. He will probably think of something really outrageous and completely impractical. I fully expect that i will wake up tomorrow and find a house of matchsticks blocking my door.