something that really annoys me is how i'll often have a pretty decent idea for a diary entry in mind, but by the time i sit down to write it my mood will no longer allow it. i wanted to write a goofy entry about the power outage the night before everyone's hardest day of finals, but then someone pulled the fire alarm. i wanted to write a serious reflection on my sophomore year in college, but then i was home and pissed about that. i wanted to write a pessimistic entry about four months at home, (ie, away from my real home) but then i found i was happy to be with my family and my job doesn't suck too much. i wanted to write an optimistic entry about four months at home, but then my racist, homophobic, anti-vegetarian family came to visit. i wanted to write about how much i can't stand them sometimes, but then we played putt-putt.

so before i inevitably lose my train of thought or an entire entry again, let's just say i'm doing okay. i miss my friends and i resent the fact that i'm wasting four months of my time away from what i'm doing at this point in my life (college) - i don't need a break. that's where i belong, what i'm supposed to be doing. but i haven't had a bad day here yet. i have a lot to do. i won't be bored or lonely. it's beautiful outside, i have a car, and the windows roll down. books to read, coffee to drink, jason mraz and mb20 to see. money to earn and money to pay right back to mc. i will reclaim some of what's been forcibly taken from me.

and then there is the ever-present opportunity to write diary entries which don't interest you in the least. back when i get over that.

what you once were
isn't what you want to be
anymore.
wilco