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Chomp.

i don't believe in karma; in heaven; in fate; in souls; or in god.
i do believe in rationality; that our world is wrong; that beings should be equal, not separarate; and in you

2006-09-01 - 10:44 p.m.

I figure I should be writing about school, or something, seeing as how I'm so irresponsible about it at the moment (ha, ha. The moment when I should be most responsible. ... well done, self!)

Um, but I'm listening to Neil Diamond and... I don't really feel like discussing that. Hum. Except I haven't been keeping up with the news so much; I don't know what's going on... I just seem to be playing gameboy games and rereading kids' books and crying, at the moment. It's... not so fun. And I mostly want to kick things. I know I need to just get on top of things, but I'm not actually so sure I can do so in time to keep everything manageable. (Or, rather, to make it manageable again.)

Wow. Look at that! I ended up talking about it anyway.
sigh
I think I'd really like to keep a garden and take care of kids/house/cooking etc half the week, and work parttime in some intellectual report-y type environment the other half of the week... except, of course, that that is simply not feasible (particularly economically.) Hum. So. Guess that's off the cards.

See, I feel like I should be outpouring feelings because I'm not really feeling many at the moment. I'm just a bloody emotional sponge at the moment. I could... sort out stuff... and start learning more things, planning for my future, drawing (properly... one day I'll put a photo of something proper of mine up here...) and writing and stuff... I know you can't tell it from the poor structure and just plain dullness of what's being written here, but I'd actually really love to be able to write well, to do that for a living. I mean, I have no doubt I will at least make half my living off it, as most of the work skills I have have to do with making arguments, or sorting information, or presenting that information, and I don't actually write badly in reports (I know, again, this may be hard to believe); but I actually mean creative writing. La la la. Except that I suck, so...

Anyway. It would seem that this evening all I can do is whinge whinge whiney little baby, soooooo I might wrap it up here.




go rooting around my sordid past - go to da futuuuuure!