IMY

You'd think I'd be tired of writing after a work-filled weekend like this, but I've been itching to blog. Instead, I have a notebook filled with unread scrawls, an invisible list of (undocumented) dreams, and long-lost mental notes-to-self.

Anyway. Blog Another Day.

Good night.

Walking, Talking, Thinking.

If I had time, this is what I would blog about:

-Self-improvement
-Living a stress-free life
-Honeymoons
-Learning how to be a good leader
-San Diego-bound ... so excited! Will I find refuge from this rain?
-How I get through mornings, even though I am by no means a "morning person"
-How surprisingly difficult it is to talk and trek for an hour and a half straight

Walking time gives me a lot of time to think, gives me that itch to write, and makes me wish that there were a way to blog and walk at the same time. C'mon Twitter, there's more to life than can fit in 140 characters!

I'm BACK.

So, I quit the Clog. Temporarily? Maybe. Either way, I know that I need to keep up with my writing somehow, so I will make it a point to write here more often. Or... somewhere. I definitely have too many blogs.

As if I ever have anything interesting to write about.

Right now, the hot topic of the night is: How can some guys prove to be such scum bags? And by "how", I mean... Why? HOW? What's the point of playing poor, innocent girls? To build up your poor, pathetic egos? UGH.

I got a job today. Looks like my obnoxiously loud voice and love for attention will finally be put to good use. Someone's going to pay me for such vanity?! Sweet.

Weird how I always find it so easy to stay up [when I'm not doing homework, that is] no matter how tired I am. It's kind of annoying, actually. I'm definitely going to pay for this tomorrow... and for the rest of the week, probably.

I'm so over school. I know I'm going to eat my words one day, but honestly... It's been almost three years. For some reason, that seems like a terribly long time to stay in one place. I need to travel or study abroad or something. It'd be kind of nice to move away. I wouldn't mind staying in the Bay Area for a little longer. In the meantime, I may need to settle for another room-remodeling...

I'm getting pretty impatient to grow up.