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So I'm posting. Not really sure why, seeing as it's 4 in the morning and I don't have anything to post about, but I sort of feel like posting and I know I won't if I leave it til after however many hours of sleep. Some random stuff: classes start for me the day after tomorrow. I mean today. Monday, they start Monday. I want to take about a million classes but I waited til last week (note: the week before classes start) to sign up for them so most of them are filled up already. I still managed to get into classes that I'm pretty happy about right now. Hopefully I'll feel the same after I actually start. I'm psuedo-freaking out, because I haven't gotten my textbooks yet and I'm not sure I'll be able to find all my classes and because I feel like I should be freaking out cause it's the first day of school or something, but then again... it's just the first day of school. It doesn't matter *that* much, does it? Maybe I want it to.
For a while, a year or two ago, I wrote stuff on my arms. Words and song lyrics and things I wanted to remember. I rewrote over them whenever they threatened to wash off, and kept things there for weeks or months, figuring I'd let stuff wash off as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore. There's nothing on my arm right now. I wish there were, because I feel like my head's been empty this summer, like there's nothing worth keeping. Honestly, that's a lie. I can find some words that would be worth keeping (ex: fantasy, hurricane, tumblr, potato skins). But I miss the writing covering my arms. (Arm? Mostly just my left, cause I'm right handed.)
While I'm babbling about totally random stuff, I went to San Antonio two weeks ago and already I miss it again. I really really want to go to Fuddrucker's and I don't even know why it's four in the morning but I want a strawberry milkshake. I want to learn to drive so I can go there myself, but at the same time I don't want to actually drive cause it seems scary, and like a responsiblity I don't actually need.
It's kinda the same with writing - I want to write a book but agh, it's so hard and scary and why do I even bother? I guess I know the answer, I just really like the stories... but it's a shame that they don't come easily.
I've heard reports of livejournal messing up a bit lately. And ever since I started with it, I've heard from everybody that other blogging platforms are better. But for some reason, I still love livejournal the most. I don't really know why. Most of the time I don't even post on it.
I really want a strawberry milkshake.
Because I haven't posted lately, I know I haven't mentioned this. I made a tumblr. It's nice and shiny and if you like it, you can follow me. Or you can just admire the pretty red background and then move on. I don't really care.
I have no end to this post.
For a while, a year or two ago, I wrote stuff on my arms. Words and song lyrics and things I wanted to remember. I rewrote over them whenever they threatened to wash off, and kept things there for weeks or months, figuring I'd let stuff wash off as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore. There's nothing on my arm right now. I wish there were, because I feel like my head's been empty this summer, like there's nothing worth keeping. Honestly, that's a lie. I can find some words that would be worth keeping (ex: fantasy, hurricane, tumblr, potato skins). But I miss the writing covering my arms. (Arm? Mostly just my left, cause I'm right handed.)
While I'm babbling about totally random stuff, I went to San Antonio two weeks ago and already I miss it again. I really really want to go to Fuddrucker's and I don't even know why it's four in the morning but I want a strawberry milkshake. I want to learn to drive so I can go there myself, but at the same time I don't want to actually drive cause it seems scary, and like a responsiblity I don't actually need.
It's kinda the same with writing - I want to write a book but agh, it's so hard and scary and why do I even bother? I guess I know the answer, I just really like the stories... but it's a shame that they don't come easily.
I've heard reports of livejournal messing up a bit lately. And ever since I started with it, I've heard from everybody that other blogging platforms are better. But for some reason, I still love livejournal the most. I don't really know why. Most of the time I don't even post on it.
I really want a strawberry milkshake.
Because I haven't posted lately, I know I haven't mentioned this. I made a tumblr. It's nice and shiny and if you like it, you can follow me. Or you can just admire the pretty red background and then move on. I don't really care.
I have no end to this post.