Nov 22, 2005 20:07
Every time I think about updating, I forget to do it by the time I have time to do it. I'm about as good at keeping my journal up as a slug is at going swimming. In the ocean. I am teh suck.
So, yeah! This graduate school thing is pretty alright. I have no idea what I wrote last time, so I think I'll err on the side of caution and not elaborate, for fear I may have previously. Shizzle.
I don't even really have anything to write about. I'm just filling up space with useless crap so that I can feel a little better about myself. Oh wait, that's what most people do with their journals. Silly me! I thought maybe the masses might have something intelligent to say every now and then, a la monkies + typewriters = collective works of Shakespeare. As each day passes, and each word becomes more inane than the next, I lose faith in the monkies. Not The Monkees, mind you. Davy Jones is still dreamy.
I am so jaded.
Come back in another month or two for another good... aw, fuck it... crappy entry. Oh please God help me.