it's a honey nut cheerios kind of night
Sunday, August 24, 2008 by jasmine
I'm on the eve of commencing my senior year of college. Intellectually, I know that this is, like, hugely significant. I'm approaching crossroads in my life - not only ones related to my professional future, but my personal future as well. Consequently, I have decided to start a new blog. I have a Livejournal, but that is essentially an emo cesspool. I started writing in my LJ when I was 16, deeply entrenched in suburban turmoil. That was what I wrote in in my deepest times of despair, in my weakest/most immature moments. Now I feel like it's tainted. I feel like I'm in a different place now than I was even a few months ago, so writing in my LJ almost seems wrong. Hence, the blogspot. It kind of feels more mature, more...stable. Or, at the very least, less embarrassing.
This is the time where I really need to commit to my goals. It used to be easy to flake out, you know, because there wasn't really anything at stake. But now that I'm getting older, wading deeper into the trenches that constitutes the "20s", I feel more internal pressure to do better. I absolutely refuse to be one of those people who doesn't pull it together until they're practically menopausal. I have ambitions that I need to fulfill, places to go, people to meet, fabulous clothes to buy, experiences to partake in, and I can't let trife internal baggage slow me down. Life is long, but life is also extremely short, and I already feel like I'm off to a slow start.
Wow, I am not really making a lot of sense right now. I just got home from working a school concert (with some of the most unfortunate bands EVER), after being on my feet for almost 7 hours. My brain is fried, even though I just ate some Honey Nut Cheerios, and I think it's probably time for me to crash out.
This is the time where I really need to commit to my goals. It used to be easy to flake out, you know, because there wasn't really anything at stake. But now that I'm getting older, wading deeper into the trenches that constitutes the "20s", I feel more internal pressure to do better. I absolutely refuse to be one of those people who doesn't pull it together until they're practically menopausal. I have ambitions that I need to fulfill, places to go, people to meet, fabulous clothes to buy, experiences to partake in, and I can't let trife internal baggage slow me down. Life is long, but life is also extremely short, and I already feel like I'm off to a slow start.
Wow, I am not really making a lot of sense right now. I just got home from working a school concert (with some of the most unfortunate bands EVER), after being on my feet for almost 7 hours. My brain is fried, even though I just ate some Honey Nut Cheerios, and I think it's probably time for me to crash out.
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