Whoops, I'm unhappy. Rats. Oh, bother. Oh, what a learning opportunity. Today I already forgot that I am unhappy, which is maybe all that wants to happen. But here's what I'll do.
I'm back home, by the way. I'm still calling home Virginia Beach, by the way. Cue the expectations of re-bonding with old friends!
I've had a week of semi-productivity, with schoolwork still looming, lack of personal foundation looming, cell phone lost on the plane ride amnesia, get a job this and get a job that, busy but not productive in my book. Also looming is the unusable do-it-all-in-one-night philosophy syndrome.
So here's what I'll do. I'll follow things to the bitter end. I'll pursue idle curiosities. I'll complete pieces to absolute satisfaction. I'll practice obsession like never before. I'll be absolutely rigorous in my minute-to-minute activities. I'll live for others by living through myself. Every blog entry thenceforth will be well worth your reading.
Although I have this new(old)found resolve articulated, one rule that's emerging remains "Eagerly orient yourself at the merest suggestion of others." If you didn't know about this loophole in my character, act now 'cause who knows how much longer it'll be in there!
for the "ONWARD!" march of eternal struggles against the retardation of decay go
here. Volume is a bit low.