january, done

one month gone and I have already changed my MSN name, my hair routine and my opinion about at least twelve records. #

January ends on a Friday, which is convenient because I can close it outside instead of sitting here becoming sentimental. School is serious now. Maturità is a word I hear almost every day. My marks are good, which makes adults assume I must therefore be calm, an equation I would like to see demonstrated mathematically. Yuri and I are good. Hikari and Marico are good. Erick has things happening around Mark and his mother that I am deliberately not turning into material for this blog because they’re his, not mine. Dad is Dad. Tia is Tia. Mom has held enough work conversations in our living room this month that I should begin charging her colleagues rent. Angel perfume may now be structurally embedded in the wallpaper. Edo remains in Lecco sending files at hours when reasonable people sleep. Splinder is becoming more social than I expected: girls leaving comments, then adding me on MSN, then suddenly knowing enough about my life to ask how a test went. It is strange and I like it. Mostly.

Also I am already sick of this layout.

Tomorrow: February.

Still blue.

Obviously.

Remember me, Eclipse.