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Wow, it sure has been a while, huh?

OK, where did we leave off? *Crickets chirping*

Hmmm, I don't recall either.

Let's start from where I can remember, shall we?

It is almost Christmas time and we are about to end yet another year. So what is so different about this year? Eh, maybe nothing. Maybe a lot. Probably something in between.

I'm dating Max. I'm dating him and I love him. And I'm IN love with him. Pretty cool, right? Yeah, I think so, too! :-)

We have a kitty. We have a kitty whose name is: Dr. Kitty Fantastico. He has a degree. No, really.

I have three jobs. Crazy. I am still a loyal barista for the local establishment known as Lakota Coffee. Which means I still get to roll out of bed, splash my face with water (if it's a good day) and go to work looking a hot mess.

I work at the Sacred Heart Church. I sing. This means, I still roll out of bed (not showered, mind you), splash some water on my face and go and sing for two hours.

I work at the Psychiatric Center. I get to hang out with people and try and persuade them that a van down by the riverside probably isn't the best option they have going for them. Looking a hot mess isn't required, but totally acceptable sans holes in jeans and stains on shirts.

I am a full fledge music major and as it turns out, not too shabby when it comes to theory. Hopefully, this means I have a one-way ticket to graduate school, which will probably drop me off near a town called Living in a Box on the street named Paying Student Loans Forever Boulevard.

Plus, my relationship with my friends is phenomenal. I am almost brought to tears when I think of just how special every single of them are to me.

Double plus, mom and dad are totally on my side now, not to mention my family is wonderful, albeit absolutely insane.

Shout out to Aunt Karen and James, if you two are reading this.

So, what have we learned about DJ from 2009?

He can do music. One day, he can help you do music, too.

He is in love with a boy and a kitty. The latter is strong competition for the first, however I have a feeling the opposable thumbs that belong to Maxwell will eventually be the deciding factor with whom I shall call my number one.

And lastly, I am a hot mess. In class, at work, even right now.

And I couldn’t be happier.