Maine was a lot of fun! I got away from those nagging, niggling little thoughts that have been plaguing me for the past weeks and managed to have some good old-fashioned fun. Shooting guns (from shotgun to .22 to handgun) and swamp-blueberry berry picking were by far the highlights, though some good old mischief and lots of food were definitely what the doctor ordered.

I think living with Alex will be good. He seems so cool and calm and just... unshakable. And he doesn't put up with any shit. I can picture myself getting wound up and he'll just... point his finger, "Down." and it will be law. haha

Matt and I are... talking, at least. Better than what had been happening. Linds is still silent. I hate to think that that's the last word, but.. what else can I do? She's not playing the game anymore. There's a system to our friendship. We realize we're both far too... high-strung and we dealt with it. But I feel as though the system's failed. Since when has there ever been silence? Ever? I mean, when I do something grievous and she ignores me until I make it better, yes. But... Either I have committed some heinous crime and do not realize it or... the silence is being laid down for minor offenses. *Frowns* But what is not realized, and was known before, or perhaps is known and wielded for this very purpose, is that silence is... hatred. Silence is death. Silence is when the story ends.

Meh. So appropos, Aaron. Just... Meh.

I've got nothing else. My life is... good. Dynamic, but good.