The First Post

If this were a show, it'd be The Pilot. But, I decided to be just as uncreative and call this the first post, because it is. I just thought today about how I have not journaled (which is apparently not a word) in ages. And by ages I mean since about the age of 16. I used to document every day and every emotion on myspace. Although I do find it a bit narcissistic to believe everybody really cares about your life so much, I decided to start documenting things again, but mostly for my own purposes. I'm in college. I'm way too lazy to sit down and write in something every night when I can just type it up in half the time. However, because of the complexity of my life...a lot of the things I say will be indirect. Let's be real, I can't disclose everything and if you're my real friend, then you'll probably know exactly what I'm talking about even through my ambiguity. So on with it.

There is a week until I go back to Gustavus. I am excited, but also apprehensive. I know that the apprehensive part will go away because I always consume myself in my school work. I love the routine of school and even when homework becomes overwhelming, I like having it. It gives me something to accomplish. Instead of sitting around in my house watching the Food Network like I am right now. I really should be packing, but I have no motivation to do it. Packing makes me kind of depressed. I think about all of the kids in the world that have nothing and I look at my abundance of things and feel disgustingly materialistic. Wow, I sound extremely negative.  Gotta work on that. It's probably because I am extremely tired and crabby. So tired that I don't think I can even finish typing this. Nap time, I love you.