Sweet, faithful Livejournal
Oh how I have spurned you. Why have I turned away from your ever embracing arms of glowing technological love? I know not. But I am here, once again, to fill your inexhaustible pages with my witty banter and nonsensical ejaculations.
At this moment in my life, I am, I think, relatively content. I'm feeling a mild disconnect, not from the present, but from the past, which by definition, is something one is no longer directly connected to. This leaves me nostalgic, and at times unnecessarily weepy, but the melancholy fades. Here I have close friends, and closer ones. Also classes that are so fascinatingly interesting in comparison to high school, that sometimes my mind boggles at the sheer amount of useful information. But yet, still I have the desire to skip them every so often. I know the motivation. 'Tis a good one, and I have no regrets.
In other, earth shattering news, I want a puppy, and nudity is fun.
Many Happy Returns.
At this moment in my life, I am, I think, relatively content. I'm feeling a mild disconnect, not from the present, but from the past, which by definition, is something one is no longer directly connected to. This leaves me nostalgic, and at times unnecessarily weepy, but the melancholy fades. Here I have close friends, and closer ones. Also classes that are so fascinatingly interesting in comparison to high school, that sometimes my mind boggles at the sheer amount of useful information. But yet, still I have the desire to skip them every so often. I know the motivation. 'Tis a good one, and I have no regrets.
In other, earth shattering news, I want a puppy, and nudity is fun.
Many Happy Returns.