I PROLLY WON'T CALL MYSELF PTASHAS ANY MORE EITHER
Wow. Hi guys.
So, it's been a long a time, practically a year, I think, and my last journal entry just kind of cut you off at a very exciting time in my life. But so much has happened since that time that I can't possibly catch you up all in one post, so I won't even try, because, if you remember, I'm lazy like that.
Instead I will briefly say that I've lived quite a bit in a year, and a great many wonderful things have happened while I was living. However, these things have changed me, I've gotten a new perspective. I won't say that I'm a different person because that's never really true, but I will say that I feel as though I've changed quite a bit.
I'll also say that I've changed enough to the point where this journal has become obsolete. I've grown, to borrow a cliche, and I feel as though any entries that I would make now would not quite flow with this journal any more. And I'm a great fan of coherency and competence, despite the fact that I frequently lack these qualities.
So, I think I'll leave this journal now. I'll keep it up, perhaps some day I'll look back on it and say something like, "Good Lord, I was retarded" (as you can see I haven't gotten out of the habit of using that word, I'm still the same person).
I'm going to start a new journal, methinks, because it's something fun to do during college breaks, and because I'm still the type of person who occasionally likes to articulate things in a more visual way. Sadly, I may only re-friend some of you, or perhaps none of you, I haven't quite decided yet. Perhaps I'll keep this new journal all to myself, who knows. I haven't even got a name for it yet (suggestions are welcome, haha).
So, that being said, good-bye journal, it was good times.
One last time,
Ptashas
So, it's been a long a time, practically a year, I think, and my last journal entry just kind of cut you off at a very exciting time in my life. But so much has happened since that time that I can't possibly catch you up all in one post, so I won't even try, because, if you remember, I'm lazy like that.
Instead I will briefly say that I've lived quite a bit in a year, and a great many wonderful things have happened while I was living. However, these things have changed me, I've gotten a new perspective. I won't say that I'm a different person because that's never really true, but I will say that I feel as though I've changed quite a bit.
I'll also say that I've changed enough to the point where this journal has become obsolete. I've grown, to borrow a cliche, and I feel as though any entries that I would make now would not quite flow with this journal any more. And I'm a great fan of coherency and competence, despite the fact that I frequently lack these qualities.
So, I think I'll leave this journal now. I'll keep it up, perhaps some day I'll look back on it and say something like, "Good Lord, I was retarded" (as you can see I haven't gotten out of the habit of using that word, I'm still the same person).
I'm going to start a new journal, methinks, because it's something fun to do during college breaks, and because I'm still the type of person who occasionally likes to articulate things in a more visual way. Sadly, I may only re-friend some of you, or perhaps none of you, I haven't quite decided yet. Perhaps I'll keep this new journal all to myself, who knows. I haven't even got a name for it yet (suggestions are welcome, haha).
So, that being said, good-bye journal, it was good times.
One last time,
Ptashas