A friend of mine said, recently, that I was the busiest person she knows which means: a) she doesn’t know me very well, and b) I actually am surprisingly busy. So busy, it seems, that I don’t even have the time to take the classes I want to take or do the projects I want to complete. Busy doing what, though, I dunno.

Lately, it’s been building stuff and planning for things. In the near future it will be building more stuff, Mexico, and planning for other things. In the not too distant future it will be building a lot of things in a short time for cash and prizes.

And then celebrating.

Or moving in with my parents, it all depends.

Speaking of which, my parents were here last week for their annual visit. It was good, though it always makes me quieter tahn I normally am. I’m not sure why that is. It’s not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it’s just a thing where I find myself abnormaly sedate. I think it’s this thing where I don’t want my parents to find out how weird I really am… you know, because of the inheritance implications.