Dear any friends who may travel across this page,

According to the date of the last journal entry, it has been a full two long years since I even touched this page. Through those years, events have occured, or in the words of my former self, shit happened. The title of this entry is true, my father always said that I could grown a better beard than he could (given the frequency I shaved), and thus stated I should try to go with it. It was one of his last requests. Now get off your ass and give your own Dad a hug. Right now. Do it.

There's that former self again. I am currently schooling at The University of Massachusetts, Dartmouth. I love the drive back and forth, quiet, relaxing. Which I really am in need for considering the seven classes I have which are nessesary for an illustration major. I have made a few works of art, but I would rather not show them. I have grown to be extremely self-counsious, which leads to my perfectionist/hopeless attitudes, which leads further again into my lack of drawing (of how I envy you!).

There not much else I can say. I wish I was made a more social man, as to enjoy more good times with you (not THOSE kinds of good times, again, former self). I have to say I may not update for another two years, or ever again. I loved you all, Leeana, Jandilin, Ashura, Sam, Andrew, Heather, and so many others.
May we meet again.
And now,

I bid you adue.

-Nathan (formally Chico)

P.S. This is NOT a suicide note, I say former because I have dropped the nickname. I have never attempted or ever will accomplish such a thing, as it goes against my religious code.

Love you all.

peace.












*Robocop smashes though wall*

Robocop: SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, BUT YOU'RE TOOOO LATE.
YOU GIVE LOOOOVE, A BAD NAME.