The year is a lot less bleak, thank you Miranda. I know it wasn’t your choice to be two floors below me, but it certainly gives me comfort for this coming year. And thank you, Liz. If you’re reading this, I’m sorry, but I’ll definitely try again. Talking to you brightened what’s left of my summer, but of course, I’ll feel not having you here. You’re probably the only reason I felt bad for being absent from Greek, if that means anything.

I’ve learned what my homeroom is going to be, and that certainly will banish a part of the recurring dreams I’ve been having all summer. I have also learned that I won’t get a list of my class rooms and channels until the first day, so I still have that hanging over my head. My saving graces this summer have been the anime series .hack//Roots and Ouran High School Host Club, both are excellent in my opinion.

I released the new Temple of Andrex, version 2.0 codename “iI,” on the 11th. It is a huge aesthetic and accessibility leap above the previous ToA, and I plan on introducing atleast 3 more features and a fix for you non-Firefox users in the next patch. I’ve also opened a deviantART, which will showcase the three drawings I have left to be photoshop and the one flash feature based of Heaven’s Hope, (entitled, “Heaven’s Hope: The Emissary,” which will be much darker, grittier, gorier, and “mass-marketer.”)

Both Carol of the Bells, this blog, and the Temple of Andrex, my personal storage bin for my works and stuff I find interesting, are more than one year old. Honestly, I did plan for them to stretch into my college days atleast, but I had an equal expectation for them to fall by the wayside, like every single other internet web-work I have ever done. For some reason they’re still both alive and kicking, (clearly). Maybe it’s because it’s about me, and I have no real pressure to update? I think it’s more reasonable to say that it’s because I never run out of content. I mean, when you’re dealing with someone’s past and present life, how could you ever run out of content? Even with a life as unexciting and uneventful as my own? That’s the key reason this blog still thrives. True, it did have two dry spells of three months each, but I never truly forgot about this place. With the Temple of Andrex, the updates have been getting bigger and more frequent as time wears on. I think what I’m trying to say is this: Don’t expect Cotb or the ToA to disappear or die any time soon.

Because I made them for one reason: As archives to look back on when High School is over. The real push and model of course came from my sister’s website and blog, (see right.) Her’s were both incomplete, irregular, and died, but I got great joy from reading back on them. As I’ve said in a previous entry, I feel what I guess you could call jealousy from the fact that her high school career looks to be much more exciting than my own.

For one reason: Constraint. Ashley lacked it, and while she had many fights with my parents, she enjoyed the freedom she gained thereof. I do not feel compelled at all to fight with my parents, I can see their judgment almost always is for protection, and because I believe I must agree with my parents. I believe in the divine institution, that God instituted the Husband + Wife = Children mechanic for a reason and any breakdown in that causes a generation to become corrupt.

Why did I write this entry again? I suppose with school “just around the corner,” as everybody freakin’ says this time every freakin’ year, this might be the last entry before then. I am more than halfway through reading one of my three books I’m required to read, more of my mom’s slight incompetence than my own fault because I still don’t have the books yet. I’m going to finish reading the one book, and read the other two/get cliffnotes and internet info concurrently with the start of the school year. The reason for this is last year not only was nothing expanded upon with the chosen book, but the “locked” book had little time spent on it. Maybe the first week and that was it, next up: Romeo and Juliet. So why bother? I pray it’s a poster again and not an essay again, although I am good at manipulating language (read: this entire entry) to make it seem as if I know what I’m talking about.

The sun sets on the dull day and dawns on the daunting one.
-Andrew