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This semesters gone by a lot quicker then the last one. I think I might have said that already in my last post. I've been a bit scattered lately, so I might repeat myself a few times.
Hmmm, I wonder if I should try to gather an audience for this thing?
It's strange though, isn't it? When I was younger having a journal was inherently a private thing. We all watched Doug. It was a place to put your most private thoughts, I guess to get them out of your head. For clarity maybe. It used to be personal. But for some reason that doesn't seem good enough anymore. And I'm no different. We all want to be the center of somebody's attention. It really does make you wonder what the internets done for the humans traditional need for affection.
Anyways. I felt the need to update this for some reason. I think at one point I'd wanted to start writing in this regularly to feel more attached to society or the world or something. I'm pretty sure it hasn't worked.
Well, not much has changed. Tony's been really whinny. You there Tony? Yeah, shut the fuck up.
Grades have been pretty mediocre this semester. And I'm not sure if I have enough motivation in that direction to change my behavior.
On the other hand I've been trying to be more forward about getting involved in art communities online. This is why I've been scattered lately actually. It's difficult to step out of your dreams into solid scrutinizable participation. I suppose that's why Brian’s been working on his novel for three years.
Uhhhg. Now who's whinny.
My 21st birthday is coming up pretty soon. Well, in about three weeks. I was all excited about it a couple months ago. Now less so. It feels a lot like twenty did actually. That whole, impending adulthood thing. I can't believe after this semester I only have little more then a year left at school. I've had this in the back of my mind a lot lately. In fact, I started my leg exercises again in hopes that I'll be able to stand for longer then ten or fifteen minutes at a time, and possibly, with my newfound standing powers, be able to get a job over the summer and move out. It really is about god damn time. Unfortunately I apparently went a little over board and injured Both my knees. Particularly my left one, which hurt for three days straight. Also the swelling in my right knee STILL hasn't gone down.
God, you fucked up on this one.
Which is one of the reasons I've been in a bad mood lately. Nothing like chronic pain at the age of twenty, ALMOST 21, OMG, to dampen a day. But I'll start them again soon at an easier pace, and make sure to wear a sleeve on my left knee as well as my right.
That's pretty much it. Peace.
Hmmm, I wonder if I should try to gather an audience for this thing?
It's strange though, isn't it? When I was younger having a journal was inherently a private thing. We all watched Doug. It was a place to put your most private thoughts, I guess to get them out of your head. For clarity maybe. It used to be personal. But for some reason that doesn't seem good enough anymore. And I'm no different. We all want to be the center of somebody's attention. It really does make you wonder what the internets done for the humans traditional need for affection.
Anyways. I felt the need to update this for some reason. I think at one point I'd wanted to start writing in this regularly to feel more attached to society or the world or something. I'm pretty sure it hasn't worked.
Well, not much has changed. Tony's been really whinny. You there Tony? Yeah, shut the fuck up.
Grades have been pretty mediocre this semester. And I'm not sure if I have enough motivation in that direction to change my behavior.
On the other hand I've been trying to be more forward about getting involved in art communities online. This is why I've been scattered lately actually. It's difficult to step out of your dreams into solid scrutinizable participation. I suppose that's why Brian’s been working on his novel for three years.
Uhhhg. Now who's whinny.
My 21st birthday is coming up pretty soon. Well, in about three weeks. I was all excited about it a couple months ago. Now less so. It feels a lot like twenty did actually. That whole, impending adulthood thing. I can't believe after this semester I only have little more then a year left at school. I've had this in the back of my mind a lot lately. In fact, I started my leg exercises again in hopes that I'll be able to stand for longer then ten or fifteen minutes at a time, and possibly, with my newfound standing powers, be able to get a job over the summer and move out. It really is about god damn time. Unfortunately I apparently went a little over board and injured Both my knees. Particularly my left one, which hurt for three days straight. Also the swelling in my right knee STILL hasn't gone down.
God, you fucked up on this one.
Which is one of the reasons I've been in a bad mood lately. Nothing like chronic pain at the age of twenty, ALMOST 21, OMG, to dampen a day. But I'll start them again soon at an easier pace, and make sure to wear a sleeve on my left knee as well as my right.
That's pretty much it. Peace.