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wow. it certainly has been a long long time since i've updated.
and so so much has come to pass.
i guess i just want to say hello to everyone. hello.
my life has been falling apart a little bit since this quarter started. or a lot, i guess. so many aspects of it have changed dramatically and i'm not quite sure how i feel about it. the shit really hit the fan and everything just broke and collapsed into a hopeless jumble of madness, but now i'm beginning to piece it back together. well, i'm actually building it back up from the bottom. but it's not so bad.
you know me. i O.D. on nostalgia. i'm so insistent on recalling the lovely memories and trying to keep everything at a safe and peaceful constant. but people change. their lives change. and that's completely ok. i just wish i knew where i wanted to go from here. sometimes i think i know, and then i don't, and then i feel absolutely horrible, and then hopeful. blah-dee-blah.
my classes kind of suck and that's discouraging. but i've been picking up my guitar again and that's always a good thing. messing around with psychadellic tunings. lots of crosby, stills, and nash. lots of knitting and sci-fi and anime and reading reading reading. even a dance class here and there.
but i need to be okay with solitude. this is my ultimate goal.
maybe i should change my identity and travel to some far off land with clean air and not too many people. and just write for a year. that would be...heavenly.
one can only dream of such things.
and so so much has come to pass.
i guess i just want to say hello to everyone. hello.
my life has been falling apart a little bit since this quarter started. or a lot, i guess. so many aspects of it have changed dramatically and i'm not quite sure how i feel about it. the shit really hit the fan and everything just broke and collapsed into a hopeless jumble of madness, but now i'm beginning to piece it back together. well, i'm actually building it back up from the bottom. but it's not so bad.
you know me. i O.D. on nostalgia. i'm so insistent on recalling the lovely memories and trying to keep everything at a safe and peaceful constant. but people change. their lives change. and that's completely ok. i just wish i knew where i wanted to go from here. sometimes i think i know, and then i don't, and then i feel absolutely horrible, and then hopeful. blah-dee-blah.
my classes kind of suck and that's discouraging. but i've been picking up my guitar again and that's always a good thing. messing around with psychadellic tunings. lots of crosby, stills, and nash. lots of knitting and sci-fi and anime and reading reading reading. even a dance class here and there.
but i need to be okay with solitude. this is my ultimate goal.
maybe i should change my identity and travel to some far off land with clean air and not too many people. and just write for a year. that would be...heavenly.
one can only dream of such things.