Aidan

I have an iPod! He is a mini, and he holds 6 GB, and he is blue. His name is Aidan, and he is gay, but I accept him just the way he is because I love him. I guessed that he was gay as soon as I saw him, but the first song he played was by Rufus Wainwright (who, if you are unaware, is very blatantly homosexual), and he is now playing the Backstreet Boys for me so I think that's pretty solid proof. And yes, I do listen to the Backstreet Boys of my own volition.

I am happy. I love my Aidan. And iTunes even calls him Aidan! It's exciting.

Now I have a viola named Peter, and an iPod named Aidan. I need some other inanimate object to name Iain, and then life will be wonderful!
...or I could just add an extra "i" to Mr Howell's name ;)
teehee
That man is crazywonderful. I want to go back to school so I can hang out with him again.

I'm pretty far along on my college essays! It's exciting. Hooray for the Common Application!

And I was going through my old LJ posts, like the ones from Brussels, and I noticed that a few months after I moved back here they got significantly less depressing. This could mean any number of things; I started typing them all out but realized there were too many possibilities. I'll leave it to you to interpret the reason(s)!