Of course, the biggest worry in having an internet journal and a hand-written journal is that how much are you supposed to wax poetic online? I mean really, how many people want to listen to all of your angst?
I suppose that is the reason why the majority of all of my blogs have failed: I got too personal, and then felt offended that no one said anything to me in regards to my deep feelings. And then, of course, sometimes, you run the risk of of making the readers puke on all the bile you spill.
So, to keep it simple: I’ll try not to overbear with all kinds of poetic mewlings if you keep in touch.
I had a whole entry that I found at Laura’s (tigergerer) journal. But it went kablooey, so whatever.
I got back from being in Ashland over night, visiting Cameron. He’s been building kites with his students for art, so he had the prototype that we flew with Jeff and Candace (candance21) in the field behind the apartments. I can’t wait for the days when I don’t have to drive an hour and fifteen minutes just to spend time with my boyfriend and our “married people” friends. Angst, angst, angst.
Stil packing for the big move. I don’t care so much about moving, because I’ve done it for four years; but I don’t like the house and I don’t like how much money I’m going to be spending on gas in getting to school. I don’t want to live with my parents anymore, I want to move to Ashland and be with Cameron. But, I’ve been bitching about that to just about anyone who’ll listen.
Other news? Language classes start in less than a week. Still don’t have a full- or part-time job. I suck.
I’m boring, I have nothing to say.