What have I been up to recently? I've not posted since september! Wow, one has to ask what the hell has been wrong with me, right?

Wrong! No one asks. Pretty much, the normal. Been going to College, whoo. Busier than anything,a s I'm double-majoring in Biology and History. Means I've taken more than five classes per semester. Five classes is fifteen hours of class, fifteen hours of homework. Plus the labs, add three hours of class, six hours of homework. Been working, so add a good few hours to that number. Two hours a week to ten hours a week depending. Hanging out with friends?

What friends? I have Jim. That's it. Known him since I was in ninth-grade. My only friend, really. The only one I trust. (Don't gloat, Jim, or I'll make you car-surf on my car and slam on the breaks, damnit! REVENGE!)


Sister went to Italy with the school. Lucky her, but I worry. It's hard, to see your younger sister, who you love more than anything, go away to a land where you can do nothing. Granted it's only for ten days, but it's still painful. She'll have a blast, yes, but I miss her. She's one of the people that help me keep calm. I've not killed her yet, that's good, right? No, I love her, and I miss her. I know that when we're older, I'll talk to her, unlike some siblings I see. Thankfully, she'll never see that, as she doesn't know my Devi-Art site.

Mom. Still one of the few things keeping me sane. It's good to know that I have someone somewhat like myself, someone that anchors me to this world. She's beautiful, perfect, and quite humorous. She reminds me of myself, which is good. Her humor, her friendship, and her enthusiasm helps to keep me straight. She's my anchor.

My father. Stern and powerful, he's slowly breaking apart under mine and my mother's onslaughts of humor. He keeps me focused,w hich is strange because he's the most unfocused individual ever. But I'm focused when I see how unfocused he is, it helps me to remain on my course.

My family are my anchors, and I think they are the only things that have kept me anchored now. I love them, dearly, I do. And Jim, he's always been there for me.

But there are others. Stephanie. She, unlike others, helps me to see that I'm real. That there's somethign out there. She's not a great conversationalist, but that's alright. I'm more of a listener, and she's helping me to ask questions. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger. I've changed, but I'm still Steven, the anti-social, well more of social but with no one to speak to because no one likes me, sarcastic, individual, sensative being. My emotions always take over, no matter what I try. I see that in Stephanie, just from our conversations. I do have no right to say that I think I know her, but it's thsoe damn emotions. I feel that I know her, so I say I do.

I love her, and I was in love with her for a long time. Thinking back to it, I think I stiill am, although it's matured and changed. But that is another topic.

My anchors are those five people, really. Jim, Lawrence (Father), Rosella (Mother), Rosella Ann (Sister), and Stephanie. All of them give me a different way to hold to reality, but they all do. I love them all, and I say it often.