Glee.

Feels like I haven't been updating for like forever, when in reality it's been only one week. Withdrawal symptoms?

Last three days have been quite fulfilling, made connections I needed to make, people I needed to talk to, places to go, songs to sing, blah blah.

It's nice to realize that my friends still accept me, despite whatever I've done.

Night hike was quite awesome, singing about modern monks without children. It's times & experiences like these, that make me so damn grateful for all the people that God's put into my life, for better or worse.

There's something gratifying about shooting your friends in virtual games, takes your mind off unwanted stuff.

Glee is AWESOME. One of the best shows I've watched recently. I love the way they integrate music into television so easily. Watching it gives me this sense of contentment, and a rush, similar to what I felt when I watched Toradora! . Brings back memories of secondary school, and youngloves.

Seriously, if Fairfield had a glee club, I'd be the first to join. I don't care that I can't sing or have two left feet, it doesn't stop the fact that I have a song to sing, and a message to put out.

Bucket list- 2/5 complete.

One week left to enlistment, I don't think there's any chance that SP's gonna throw me a lifeline. Besides, I never really placed much hope on it. I mean, one look at my record, and they'd be sending my ass out.

There's just not enough time to complete what I need, what I want. Furthermore, there's so much in my way, it's so easy to give up, to abandon this quest altogether.

Failure, a bad habit I've fallen into.

But I'm gonna make this work. One week left, it's do or die.

I will not bow.

Lying here beside me, with arms and eyes open wide.

Late nights aren't good anymore.