I am admitedly the worst journaler (is that even a word? journalist doesn't seem appropriate. maybe I should have gone with "blogger") ever. You'd think I'd be able to update this thing more, what with all my free time..but whatever. I'm definately going to look into getting a full time job as soon as I get back into Crocker Park. I've been slacking in that department, I know. But hey, I had enough money saved up I didn't need to worry about it for awhile..but now I'm just..bored.

Tabitha has been calling me non-stop lately, complaining about mom and dad. Apparently they have been fighting a lot lately, mostly about school and her wanting to drop out or change her major, or some such thing. I guess mom and dad aren't so keen on that idea. Its funny though, because shortly after I finish talking to her.. my mom calls and the whole process starts all over, this time with HER complaining about Tabs. And how she's ruining her future..blah, blah, blah. I think she forgets, or choosing to ignore the fact that *I* dropped out of school. I finally just decided to go back home for a visit and to play mediator.

Everything went pretty well for the most part, though I could totally kill Tabitha for using me as an example. As soon as she said "But Chris dropped out and he's doing fine!" the parental units turned on me. They started bombarding me with questions..WAS I planning on going back to school? Did I have a job? Was I planning on getting one? What am I doing with my life? Do I have a girlfriend? Do I ever plan on settling down? So yeah, thanks Tabs, for that fun night. 

WINNIE! I MISS YOU!

Sorry about the random trip to back home, I wish I could've taken you with me. Good news is, I get back tonight!

It was nice to go home, but going back made me realize that I really don't miss it too much. I mean yea, I miss my family, I do.. but I've got everything I really need in Crocker Park. My guitar, my piano, and my best friend.