May 07, 2007 00:55
I don't really know what to say right now, I just wanted to say something. Anything to leave a mark, no matter how insignificant. On a scale of one to ten, the amount of insignificance that this live-journal post represents is not even worth measuring.
I feel like this live-journal is kind of similar to a toy from two or three Christmases ago that you used to be too mature for, only now that you're older, you're able to appreciate it for what it is. It's a guilty pleasure, an outlet, a distraction, a self analysis machine, a mirror for your insides. But I'm getting pretty tired of talking to myself.
These next forty-eight (did you know there's no "u" in forty? I keep forgetting that) hours are going to prove daunting, from an academic standpoint, but at least I'll have something to preoccupy myself with.
July eleventh can't come soon enough, I need to be able to drink a lot more than I am. I know, that's really stupid of me, and the former, advocate of being sober part of me is crying a little bit, but I like being stupid sometimes just fine. It's a relief. Then I don't have to try and figure out how I'm going to get past this. I can just forget for a little while that I probably never will.