(no subject)
It's been about two months since my last entry. To clarify:
This journal is far from dead. I have a lot on my mind these days - like everyone else in the world, I guess - but I don't want to write about anything until I've got it reasonably well figured out. Last night, like many nights for me lately, everything in my head was flying around in circles like some sort of loud, multi-ringed mental circus. In essence, I'm trying to figure a lot of things out - where I stand on certain big issues, why I do certain things that I do (or, for that matter, don't do), and what I'm going to do after college. Speaking of that last one, I've actually got some ideas. Some may be good, some may turn out to be really boring, and some may be completely against my personal ethics. One thing is for certain: no grad school next year. I've hated school since kindergarten, and now that I'm finishing college, I'm going to get nice and far away until I start missing it enough to come back and study at the graduate level. Until then, though, I'll hopefully leave Michigan in pursuit of some job experience. In the meantime, there's my ridiculous amount of classwork.
I've taken to reading the NY Times every day online. Apparently, the U.S. population is officially over three hundred million people. Kim Jong-Il thinks U.N. sanctions are a declaration of war. CBGB closed.
All for now. I don't think I'll ever use a subject line again.
W.
This journal is far from dead. I have a lot on my mind these days - like everyone else in the world, I guess - but I don't want to write about anything until I've got it reasonably well figured out. Last night, like many nights for me lately, everything in my head was flying around in circles like some sort of loud, multi-ringed mental circus. In essence, I'm trying to figure a lot of things out - where I stand on certain big issues, why I do certain things that I do (or, for that matter, don't do), and what I'm going to do after college. Speaking of that last one, I've actually got some ideas. Some may be good, some may turn out to be really boring, and some may be completely against my personal ethics. One thing is for certain: no grad school next year. I've hated school since kindergarten, and now that I'm finishing college, I'm going to get nice and far away until I start missing it enough to come back and study at the graduate level. Until then, though, I'll hopefully leave Michigan in pursuit of some job experience. In the meantime, there's my ridiculous amount of classwork.
I've taken to reading the NY Times every day online. Apparently, the U.S. population is officially over three hundred million people. Kim Jong-Il thinks U.N. sanctions are a declaration of war. CBGB closed.
All for now. I don't think I'll ever use a subject line again.
W.