It's been a few months.

In that time, I've taken up a position at a local pharmacy. I got a boyfriend. Oh, wait, what? That's what you wanna hear about? Well, okay.

His name is Russell. He's actually about six months younger than I am but he makes up for it in different ways; predominately being more mature than most eighteen year old boys. Still, he turns nineteen next month. And, he's in my brother's company in the army. He's a pretty good guy, I think. He's also so toasty warm. I mean, geez. I get cold so easily that he's just like. It's awesome. Never cold again! But anyway. That's actually all I have to say on that because I've never been one of those girls who goes into the details where I tell you things you probably didn't need to hear. And other than personal stuff that I don't wanna put on the internet anyway, that's all that's left.

I'm testing to get my GED at the start of next month. That should be fun. I mentioned the job. Not a lot going on there. Uh, I'm going to my best friend's high school graduation this Friday. I actually just got back from buying the dress I'm going to wear. Uhm... I finally got my own room in the past month. My eldest brother moved out with his girlfriend and that means I got his bedroom. I'm moved in, comfortable, and enjoying the beautiful ability to close the door. The boyfriend spends a lot of time here. Which, I like. He's fun to be around. Uh, I'm trying to think of something else to tell you...

Oh. Because I've been dubbed an unofficial aunt, I'm going to have a 'nephew' of sorts by October. One of my best friends is four months pregnant. She actually went shopping with me today. She said, "He's gonna be your nephew. ... But try not to corrupt him too much, okay? Please?" Mwuahahaha! I'm going to corrupt the ever-mother-loving hell out of this boy. I'm going to teach him how to rip eyes out with his thumbs, how to throw knives, about vital points in the body... He's gonna be a total badass. His nickname is going to be Nix, because his name is Phoenix Evan Berry. My plan, should he ever come to me with lady-woes, is to smile and say, "Dude, you're reborn from the ashes. Bitches can't touch you." He's gonna be an awesome human being. I plan to ensure this.

Other than the job, boyfriend, sort-of-nephew, and my new room; not much has changed in the past couple of months. I mean, I could tell you about how I tore up my feet. I walked through brambles in flip flops. It didn't end well. There are cuts and scrapes all over my feet from various instances but I'm learning that I'm really hard on my body. My hands are nicked up, too. ... How am I even alive, I swear.

Uh. I'm . . . kind of writing. I haven't felt inspired in weeks. I might post a little blurb of something I've been working on. To appease you guys. Cause I haven't posted diddly in weeks. So. Yeah. Uh. I'll get on that, I promise.

Until next time,
Ghost Out!