Holy. Fucking. Shit.

At long last, Super Smash Brothers Brawl will be in my hands in less than 24 hours. Does anyone know what this means?

I will eat, dream, sweat, and shit Brawl until my body can't function anymore.



In other news, Rachael has... moved on. Not that any of you would know who she is. I guess I'll enlighten you.

I've known Rachael for uh about 4 years. Last summer we had a reconnection, and the romance was great, but... she wasn't 18 yet (and still isn't). I told her I wouldn't date her until she turned 18 and/or graduated from high school, whichever came first (she was thinking about graduating early). Well, now she has a boyfriend. And in my drunken stupor last night I told her to tell me she didn't want me anymore, just to see if she could do it. Because I am tired of missing someone who may not even see me the same way anymore. No reply, until I texted her today saying "I don't think you can" and she replied with "I think I'm going to have to." I guess my "I can only move on after she tells me" method bit me in the ass. I wasn't expecting such a reply.

So the only romantic interest I have in Jacksonville has moved on. lkjzhsd kfajrelkr na;jkoewr;lk;lkaesr l;klkj ase rr;klj ;oijouias t8yaiyeula sdiooi

I'm too late. Again.

Let's just see if she can say this to my face.