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Well, after reading one of my friend's journals, *pokes kimiko nathiel*, I have decided that I shall try and put in some of my own entries. Be forewarned, if you are looking for enlightenment or any deep, well-versed thoughts, run away as fast as humanly possible. No, faster... faster... almost got it... just a little faster, there you go!

For the rest of you who dare read further well... keep reading! Anyway, I suppose I shall give you a little background to the current DruchiiGuy that you all know and love enough to actually read this tripe.

I live in California. I am currently a Junior in Highschool. At my mother's house I have 3 cats. I like dogs, but cats are by far the superior species. Aannnd, that's all I can think of for the moment.

So, on with the journal entry. Last summer, '06, my parents told me that they were going to have a 'trial seperation,' to which I responded, "All right, can I live with dad?" We all laughed, but sadly it turned out that they were telling the truth. Apparently, my parent's have these weird things called "issues," that need to be sorted out. From what I understand of these so-called "issues" they are another name for dirty laundry. They stink, no one wants to be the one who has to deal with them, and if they are left alone for too long, everyone gets unhappy.

So, our smelly pile of issues has been piling quite high for quite some time, and my father couldn't stand the smell, so now he lives in a small apartment complex a few miles away. The place it nice, I like it anyway. Small, cozy, absolutely no insolation to speak of, less room than a broom closet, what's not to love? So I stay there on alternating weeks. One week with my mother, one with my fater, then back and forth, back and forth. It's like tennis, except Anna Kornikova isn't running around in a skimpy uniform, much to my dismay.

So yes, that is my most recent sob-story, but shed no tears for me. Oh please, honestly, I'm quite all right. I've had the "you can talk to us about anything" from just about every living person I know. The dead ones, not yet, but I'm expecting them in a week or so. Maybe their bulliten got lost in the mail or something.

On a happier note... I got a haircut? I think that counts. Yea, sure, I'll take whatever I can get. (That was not a sexual innuendo in any shape or form! Okay, maybe just a little.) Yea, I got to go to my hair stylist. That's right, I said hair stylist. No, I'm not gay, yes, I do look fabulous, and pictures may come on request, but I don't know. I'm self-concious, isn't that cute? Yea, I had a nice chat with my hair stylist while he molded me into a slightly bareable to look at person. All in all, an interesting week.

Stay tuned, next week I will continue to display bits and pieces of my life for everyone to laugh at!