so, after another odd turn of events, i'm in michigan. i know, this blog is like some terrible weekly drama in which the character seems to be in a completely unrelated situation from episode to episode. it's all kind of weird for me... but i don't really regret any of this. i've met a lot of really great people... and i've sort of realized that whether or not i'm memorable to any of the people that i've met isn't important... what's important right now is that i'll remember them. i mean... i guess it sounds trite... but really... i think, for the past five to seven years, i've just been trying to create great stories to tell myself when i'm older. and that's all it is. so i'm a quiet introverted boy. i'm sure it's easy to forget me. i'm sure i don't induce mad fits of longing for my company when someone isn't around me... but, that's okay... i remember all the people i've met... and i think of them fondly... and sometimes i even have mad fits of longing for them. those will be great stories. i can't really say whether they'll make me happy... but at least i won't feel like i missed out on what i wanted to do...