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Just incredibly tired of seeing a year and a half old entry every time I visit my page. The trouble is that whenever I think about changing it I remember I have nothing doing, and when there's something worth writing I forget. So, I'll talk briefly about what I could have written this year.
I'm getting old. And tired of my life, so I've gone back to college. It feels good. Really good. Indescribably good. I know we don't always agree on the government all the time (or like, ever) but let me just say that I am grateful for the financial aid program, and Pell grants. I am also grateful for my age, because with age I've learned how to prioritize, mostly, and several other things that come in handy when going to school.
My biological dad found me on Facebook. THAT was weird. But kind of cool. Turns out I have another brother. Also weird. He was born the same year as the brother I grew up with.
There is a poem I wrote on here called This Just In... I'm Not You. It was written for my grandfather who said something pretty degrading to me over Thanksgiving a couple years ago. It took several anxiously toned greeting cards and a lot of growing up on my part, but I finally got over it. So, guess what came to me in the mail yesterday? A Christmas card with a generic letter to all the cousins from my grandparents, update us on what we're all up to. I'm first on the list.
This wouldn't bother me if I wasn't, I don't know, in college and kicking ass at tournaments on the Speech team. Apparently all I'm up to is enjoying my apartment with my boyfriend. My brother is going to college for an art degree... he's really found his niche! My cousin is tearing it up in competitive golf, another cousin is a fantastic actor and I? Living with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who says not to bother being hurt by this. They are old and devoutly Catholic and I am unwed so... whatever.
I'm getting old. And tired of my life, so I've gone back to college. It feels good. Really good. Indescribably good. I know we don't always agree on the government all the time (or like, ever) but let me just say that I am grateful for the financial aid program, and Pell grants. I am also grateful for my age, because with age I've learned how to prioritize, mostly, and several other things that come in handy when going to school.
My biological dad found me on Facebook. THAT was weird. But kind of cool. Turns out I have another brother. Also weird. He was born the same year as the brother I grew up with.
There is a poem I wrote on here called This Just In... I'm Not You. It was written for my grandfather who said something pretty degrading to me over Thanksgiving a couple years ago. It took several anxiously toned greeting cards and a lot of growing up on my part, but I finally got over it. So, guess what came to me in the mail yesterday? A Christmas card with a generic letter to all the cousins from my grandparents, update us on what we're all up to. I'm first on the list.
This wouldn't bother me if I wasn't, I don't know, in college and kicking ass at tournaments on the Speech team. Apparently all I'm up to is enjoying my apartment with my boyfriend. My brother is going to college for an art degree... he's really found his niche! My cousin is tearing it up in competitive golf, another cousin is a fantastic actor and I? Living with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who says not to bother being hurt by this. They are old and devoutly Catholic and I am unwed so... whatever.
Feeling Guilty.
I've got this endless circle of guilt going for me right now. See, I have at least six stories I've started in the last three years. None are finished. The furthest I've gotten is "Chapter Twenty" (I use the quotations sarcastically, as it's a bit generous to call the sections of this story chapters.) in one story. When I started it, it was almost literally the love of my life. I wrote non-stop (except for the whole work-eat-shower-sleep thing) for two months. I got far. I went to bed at night feeling I'd done, or nearly done, justice to my heroine... feeling like she'd be pleased to know just how devoted I was to telling her story.
Now, the
I Feel Obligated.
Even though I know few (to no) people will actually read this entry, it has been over a year since my last journal update. And so... I feel a need to freshen the landscape of my bland Deviant page. I have nothing of significance to report. As you who may be actually reading this (gasp!) may have noticed, I've recently revisited my poetic side and found the spirit was still with me.
So... go me.
Milestone of Goodness
So... I totally missed it and I'm kinda bummed about that, but I've got more than one thousand views and that's pretty freakin' awesome. So, thanks to everyone who's stopped by, I hope to keep you coming back. :)
Also... this is my first journal in the new decade so...
Talk, talk, talk...
Admittedly, I have been away for awhile. Technically, I've checked Deviantart at least once a week to see if I have any comments, new deviations, ect... but I haven't been too active. My problem is this... what I've been working on, I can't really put up here. I mean, I could, but I worry. So I don't.
Right now... I mean, like... this minute, I am mustering up the courage and motivation to begin working on a story I started two weeks ago. I'm excited about it... promise, but at the same time, I'm freaking tired, and I haven't had the opportunity to just sit and veg in front of the tv in a long time. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Whatever.
Anyway.
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