Fraulien pushed me to write something so here I am doing it. It won't be in the same vein as most of the other posts here.
These things are hard to write. I'll aim for a little more honesty with myself than on that stupid essay they gave us.
Its been about 11 days since I've seen home. 9 since I said goodbye to my parents. 3 days ago I met the person I'll be sharing 14 sq. feet of space with. Still not sure how I feel about any of that.
I feel different than I did 11 days ago. Hell, I feel different than I did this morning. I'm quite sure I'm going to feel different in a couple more days from now.
I'm still trying to decide on my classes. I'm pulled in a whole lot of directions. I'm feeling like every small decision I make in college is going to determine who I am in the future. Anyway this is my attempt to sort out too many things and clamp down on something definite.
I wanna find my niche. I don't know what I want that niche to be.
Life without music was odd, maybe I used it as a crutch for when I'm feeling down.
I'm not sure what purpose I had writing this blog, but I guess writing something feels better.
There's so many more things that didn't find their way onto this post, maybe I'll edit this later. I wanna know how you guys are doing. Bye
1 comment:
i'm really not sure how it's going either, pretentious produce preening pete, alliteration, what now? maybe i don't know how i feel about you, sharing this 14 square feet (which is kinda sad cause you measured probably) off-white room... maybe you should write a post on here about how much more you hate me now than when i first got here... let me get you started... "he talks in his sleep, it gives me the creeps"
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