Nano Jokes Across Stellar Bash - Return of the Zomblog?

I almost forgot about this thing... It's been almost a year since anyone posted, actually. Lost and forgotten in some far corner of cyberspace. Dated in terms of websites. Regardless, I was forced to write a journal for the family trip to Washington and it made me think, "Whatever happened to that blog thing Jack and Sasha and I did so long ago?" I couldn't even remember what it was called. Thankfully my blogspot account is the same as my tumblr so it's easy to remember. I guess this is the self-titled revival blog?

Well, revival for all of the 20 minutes or so it will take me to write this blog, cause honestly I think it's done. Sasha hasn't posted in god knows how long, and Jack stopped posting after the review he did, so it's safe to say qu'il est fini.
On a side note, there is the most amazing and awe inspiring storm happening right now. Lightning as frequent and persistent as a strobe light, and thunder as constant as a contemporary noise rock band. Ugh, noise rock...

Anyways, stuff happens, things get forgotten. Well, not completely. As the Doctor said in the final episode of season 5, "Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back."
And here we are, making one final return before we part ways, readers. Jack and Sasha are off to University, I wish them good luck in their respective paths, and I stay behind for another two years of high school. But I've got things to keep me going. Music and great people and such. I'll miss this though, it's nice to write freely, nobody judging, but it's always felt like someone's listening. If anyone ever does stumble across this, hello you. I don't know what brought you here, but it would mean the world if any of this could mean something at all. Kind of like the book Shoulder the Sky, and the website Emerso, though that had more philosophic debacles around it. Good book, you should read it for sure. Kinda sad at parts, but I can relate in an odd way.

Wow, I wrote more than I though I would. Alright, readers. Since I have no words of wisdom, I'll leave you with the wise words of PJ O'Rourke.



And if anyone ever reads this, thank you, for stumbling into this corner of the net, and giving up your time to read the ramblings of a few 16 and 17 year olds. It's been a pleasure.
~V