Spending Christmas here was... kind of strange. While at one point, I'm still in my school... I'm not in my time. There were no real presents that had any meaning to them. Nothing from my dad. But that's because he's here... he's my age. It's enough to give me a headache.

I'd kill to have my own music or my own books. I have to get used to these.

Gah, I'm going out to the lake. Things are always better out there.