*yawn, big stretch* Hilo. I'm not quite alive yet as I write this. I got off a plane not more than ten hours ago and I'm exhausted. NYC is such an amazing place and when I got home, the sky line seemed empty and I couldn't find the subway. I went home and slept, was woken up, then slept again and now I'm writing this. Lots of fun, believe you me. Performing in Carnegie Hall under world famous composer John Rutter was just about the coolest thing I've ever done, or ever will do. That was the best part. The trip wasn't as fun as it could've been because of moronic college boys, but hey, ih, I don't care. I should've focused more on the task and not on them. I'm glad I wasn't the only one though. What is it with guys and girls with Mississippi accents? Why is that hott? I think they sound really funny if you ask me. But they're not. Anywho. I'm going to go eat my Easter candy that I didn't get to because I wasn't here and unpack my shit. So later people.

Hmmmmmm...I'm reached a void in my life..who knows who long it will last..It was your hand in my dream reaching out for me, and you let me fall....that sums it up for now.