Saturday, September 22, 2007

Rainy day knitting

Whoever thought this hobby is therapeutic must be insane. Getting the perfect loop can will make you mental.

Well, apparently I've risen from the dead. It's been awhile since I've typed a decent entry on here. Mainly because I am a very neurotic person and felt I needed to mentally draft a meaningful and logical entry before I let my thoughts free-flow into my finger tips while I feverishly type an entry, trying my best not to miss a single word. I've also been mad, crazy busy too.

Just a whole lotta thangs I've been dealing with. Lots of changes going on around me but I, however, remain idle. Working my disgusting 8-5 (most of the time way later than 5) along with school has been keeping me from sitting around my parent's house all day saturated in my gluttony and sloth.

It's exactly one month before my 23rd birthday. Sadly, I don't find turning a year older exciting as it used to be, it's more daunting, if anything. All I can dwell upon is the slew of responsibility of being older.

Calculating my next step in life. An adultish decision that's drastic. I can't use indecisiveness as an excuse for not knowing what I want. I need to learn how to steer my own fate into something that I want.

I've been learning a lot about myself lately, like little emphifanies that explode when I come to a reasonable conclusion. Acknowledging some personality traits I posses - for some reason I seem to have more weaknesses than strengths and I'm working on that, something that I never thought to do. My little pre-welcome into my 23rd year..