An old draft post
So, I just decided to revisit LiveJournal, and as I was about to start writing an entry, this old draft came up. I can't remember when I wrote it (over a year ago?), and there might have been a reason I didn't post it, but I figured I might as well now. It's kind of like a lost treasure...ish. I don't know. It's not all that great of an entry or anything, but...whatever. Here it is:
I shouldn't be up this late, but I had a strong urge to write in my LJ, since I haven't in forever. It's really kind of pathetic. I think I've mentioned it before, though, that whenever I have anything interesting to write, I never have the time to actually write it. It's in times when things are kind of blahs-ville that I have the time to write...but there isn't much to write about. Other times I write are when I'm avoiding things (like homework), but I've been a lot better about not doing that this semester. I'm actually kind of proud of myself for not being a facebook junkie, or even a "waste my time on the internet" junkie anymore. No offense to anyone who is, 'cause I definitely understand it...and I probably could fall back in to that pretty quickly. There's nothing too wrong with it, I guess -- most of the time I "wasted" on the internet was usually spent trying to keep in touch with people, and that's definitely not a bad thing. Now I'm pretty lousy at keeping in touch with people, which I regret. Even though I know it's my responsibility to try to keep in touch with people (I can't just expect to make no effort and expect everyone to write/call/whatever me), I do kind of feel like it's not completely my fault. I think mainly I'm worried, 'cause it feels like nobody really wants to talk to me anymore. Gosh, I'm not trying to throw a pity party for myself or anything, but I just sometimes feel like an alien or an outsider. As much as I love spending time with Dan, we both get pretty lonely for other friends. I've been feeling kind of "cabin fever-y" recently, since most of the time I'm either at home or at school.
[The end]
I shouldn't be up this late, but I had a strong urge to write in my LJ, since I haven't in forever. It's really kind of pathetic. I think I've mentioned it before, though, that whenever I have anything interesting to write, I never have the time to actually write it. It's in times when things are kind of blahs-ville that I have the time to write...but there isn't much to write about. Other times I write are when I'm avoiding things (like homework), but I've been a lot better about not doing that this semester. I'm actually kind of proud of myself for not being a facebook junkie, or even a "waste my time on the internet" junkie anymore. No offense to anyone who is, 'cause I definitely understand it...and I probably could fall back in to that pretty quickly. There's nothing too wrong with it, I guess -- most of the time I "wasted" on the internet was usually spent trying to keep in touch with people, and that's definitely not a bad thing. Now I'm pretty lousy at keeping in touch with people, which I regret. Even though I know it's my responsibility to try to keep in touch with people (I can't just expect to make no effort and expect everyone to write/call/whatever me), I do kind of feel like it's not completely my fault. I think mainly I'm worried, 'cause it feels like nobody really wants to talk to me anymore. Gosh, I'm not trying to throw a pity party for myself or anything, but I just sometimes feel like an alien or an outsider. As much as I love spending time with Dan, we both get pretty lonely for other friends. I've been feeling kind of "cabin fever-y" recently, since most of the time I'm either at home or at school.
[The end]