i feel like talking, but don't preach -- i'm all right. god don't make no junk. so you see -- i'm all right; there's nothing wrong with me.
-- canned oxygen, halo benders it's april 27. i am 21 and two-thirds today, closer to 22 than ever. i'm sick of this. i'm going to turn around my life. i'm going to make some resolutions.
- i'm going to get into shape. my studying schedule is working so well that i don't see why the same format won't work with other areas of life.
- i'm going to quit whining.
- i'm going to talk to every single person i meet i think might be interesting.
- i'm going to talk to every single person i don't meet i think might be interesting.
- i'm going to quit worrying about retaining my evanescence. it's unproductive. if i am evanescent, so be it. i'm not going to worry about fixin' a way to get into normal society, and i'm not going to worry about fixin' a way to define my own society.
- i'm going to carry out projects instead of just talking about them. like my amateur psychology project. it's #1 on the list.
- i'm going to stop worrying about how my voice sounds. i can't change it.
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