Eureka!
aha!
i have remembered the reason for which i began my previous update, the initial reason from which i wandered in big swirly loops.
but first - a P.S. from my last post - when i said that the world, and time in specific, is nefariously plotting to eat away my life in the little ways, and i ended my paragraph with "chomp. chomp." - i realized that i should have ended with "munch. munch." or "nibble. nibble." for "chomp" is not a very little way at eating away at my life. oh good lord why did i just write a paragraph about that?
i very oft forget that anyone reads this silly thing. or, rather, i'm always completely conscious of it, but more in a mystical way - the way you imagined when you were younger and you would keep a journal, that when you died someone would discover your journal and it would be full of riveting revelations for them to read, and they would be completely intrigued by you (because you were probably famous by the time of your death, anyway), and so this journal-finder would insist the rest of the world share in the powerful experience of seeing your life vicariously through your writing, and so the journal-finder would insist your journal be published posthumously, and your journal would go on through history in a rather mystical, romantic way. ok, maybe no one else imagined that while writing journals, but i did. maybe still do. hey, we all want to be a valuable, validated being; if you ever write anything, you're immortalizing those thoughts in the desire that they be remembered by someone, whether that be you, the journal-finder, or the whole human race.
so, i think when i write these damned musings, it's more for the people i have no clue are reading it, even though i then die of curiosity wondering where they are and where they come from and what the hell they're spending time on my writing for. probably to laugh at me in a malicious way - best to assume the worst. actually, the worst would be to deem me unworthy of any time, even time spent making fun of me. better for someone to think i'm serious and enjoy that i'm a ninny than to think i'm a waste of their time.
WAIT! STOP! i had a REASON for this post, one aimed at the people i actually do know who read this (assuming the few who do know me, and do read this, have followed me all the way through those ramblings and to this point. i was actually hoping the bold type may have caught your attention, and that you did continue to read this. a cheap trick, i know.)
so, just an update about where i'll be spending the next fifteen-ish months.
school until may 5th.
fly back to minneapolis with katie from school, spend the night at her house in northfield.
come to des moines, stay with father.
leave the us via kansas city on may 15, fly to london, then paris.
MEET UP WITH MY DARLING SISTER! LIVE IN FRANCE AND TRAVEL WESTERN EUROPE!
leave europe on july 29.
stay with father and sister, and see anyone/everyone who is in des moines.
leave on august 11 for RA training!
return to des moines in december for a month.
study in senegal for spring semester.
(far-off hope) stay in africa in the summer a bit to intern for a non-profit.
reluctantly return to the u.s. once again.
whew. this felt like the longest post in the history of posts. perhaps because i just lived out an abbreviated version of the next year of my life. ok, i'm spent.
i have remembered the reason for which i began my previous update, the initial reason from which i wandered in big swirly loops.
but first - a P.S. from my last post - when i said that the world, and time in specific, is nefariously plotting to eat away my life in the little ways, and i ended my paragraph with "chomp. chomp." - i realized that i should have ended with "munch. munch." or "nibble. nibble." for "chomp" is not a very little way at eating away at my life. oh good lord why did i just write a paragraph about that?
i very oft forget that anyone reads this silly thing. or, rather, i'm always completely conscious of it, but more in a mystical way - the way you imagined when you were younger and you would keep a journal, that when you died someone would discover your journal and it would be full of riveting revelations for them to read, and they would be completely intrigued by you (because you were probably famous by the time of your death, anyway), and so this journal-finder would insist the rest of the world share in the powerful experience of seeing your life vicariously through your writing, and so the journal-finder would insist your journal be published posthumously, and your journal would go on through history in a rather mystical, romantic way. ok, maybe no one else imagined that while writing journals, but i did. maybe still do. hey, we all want to be a valuable, validated being; if you ever write anything, you're immortalizing those thoughts in the desire that they be remembered by someone, whether that be you, the journal-finder, or the whole human race.
so, i think when i write these damned musings, it's more for the people i have no clue are reading it, even though i then die of curiosity wondering where they are and where they come from and what the hell they're spending time on my writing for. probably to laugh at me in a malicious way - best to assume the worst. actually, the worst would be to deem me unworthy of any time, even time spent making fun of me. better for someone to think i'm serious and enjoy that i'm a ninny than to think i'm a waste of their time.
WAIT! STOP! i had a REASON for this post, one aimed at the people i actually do know who read this (assuming the few who do know me, and do read this, have followed me all the way through those ramblings and to this point. i was actually hoping the bold type may have caught your attention, and that you did continue to read this. a cheap trick, i know.)
so, just an update about where i'll be spending the next fifteen-ish months.
school until may 5th.
fly back to minneapolis with katie from school, spend the night at her house in northfield.
come to des moines, stay with father.
leave the us via kansas city on may 15, fly to london, then paris.
MEET UP WITH MY DARLING SISTER! LIVE IN FRANCE AND TRAVEL WESTERN EUROPE!
leave europe on july 29.
stay with father and sister, and see anyone/everyone who is in des moines.
leave on august 11 for RA training!
return to des moines in december for a month.
study in senegal for spring semester.
(far-off hope) stay in africa in the summer a bit to intern for a non-profit.
reluctantly return to the u.s. once again.
whew. this felt like the longest post in the history of posts. perhaps because i just lived out an abbreviated version of the next year of my life. ok, i'm spent.