I used to hate the optimist. Ah, it seems I am the optimist now. For reasons unknown to me, I told myself yesterday morning to be spontaneous and to inspire. Yesterday was a wonderful day indeed… Oh, but yes that's a different story. Ha-ha, yes though, I've been in a very artsy mood lately. I most likely will be posting new pictures up soon. I'm spending time with my photo-buddy Jennah tomorrow, so most likely, I will be putting up more pictures.

Hmm, so do the days go by to slowly, and how they go by to fast. Even if I am in a good mood despite my tragedies, I still know the tragedies are there. There is still a underlying stress, within my heart trying to figure out what I really want.

Yes, for those of you who don't know, I have to move out of jolly 'old Oregon, and to Montana. My guardian, Alex, has lots of friends there that are dying to meet me, yes, but I will still miss all my friends. Oh, and the divorce. Yes, her divorce, no need to say anything else, hm?

Am I in a good mood or is this a illusion given off as a side effect of to much stress? Gah, as long as happiness is there, who the hell would really worry? Me, of corse, but things will blow away eventually.