This is not my thing
You could even say I fail at this. It has been a month my last post. In my time during treatment I first intended to write everyday. Once that didn't happen it went to every other day, and then eventually to once a week. Well now it's a month. I already regret not writing everyday because even now I wish to go back and look upon what I was thinking that day, and as a result laugh from it. I always end up laughing at what I write and see how ridiculous it actually was or how I made it sound. Going back and reading my stuff from 2005 is the best for a good laugh.
Writing these is sort of like working out for me. Thinking about it before and while you are doing it feels like torture, but after i feel pretty good with the end result. I say this after having been on the elliptical today for thirty minutes after deciding to do something productive with myself. I cannot find a reason for it, but today I was super hyper and could not sit still. I even got up at 815 when my usual is 1030-11. Right now I even feel really excited. Excited about what you ask? That I could not tell you. There isn't anything im particularly looking forward to, even. I feel so weird today. I don't understand. I don't like not understanding why I feel or act the way I do. I like to figure stuff out. That's why I enjoy Sociology. I get to piece things together and make conclusions and hypotheses.
I'm running out of things to say now... This wasn't so bad. i thought writing this would be terrible and would take forever. You have no idea how long that last post took me. Good Lord. Maybe because I was transcribing the day practically. meh.
Yeah I got nothing else.
Who knows the next time I'll post...
Writing these is sort of like working out for me. Thinking about it before and while you are doing it feels like torture, but after i feel pretty good with the end result. I say this after having been on the elliptical today for thirty minutes after deciding to do something productive with myself. I cannot find a reason for it, but today I was super hyper and could not sit still. I even got up at 815 when my usual is 1030-11. Right now I even feel really excited. Excited about what you ask? That I could not tell you. There isn't anything im particularly looking forward to, even. I feel so weird today. I don't understand. I don't like not understanding why I feel or act the way I do. I like to figure stuff out. That's why I enjoy Sociology. I get to piece things together and make conclusions and hypotheses.
I'm running out of things to say now... This wasn't so bad. i thought writing this would be terrible and would take forever. You have no idea how long that last post took me. Good Lord. Maybe because I was transcribing the day practically. meh.
Yeah I got nothing else.
Who knows the next time I'll post...