I never once realized how much fun it was to be a kid until now. I at least had some childhood before I lost it prematurely (it probably isn’t what you’re thinking, and I’m not posting it here…) In spite of the fact that I look almost exactly the same as I did the day I was born, I have undergone a lot of changes… some of them I don’t even notice until someone brings it to my attention. To me, I am me, regardless of what changes or what doesn’t. Why would I notice anything?
On another note, I make these things (blogs, journals…) to get out how I feel yet I find that I rarely write. I have this one, which I doubt anyone bothers to read either because it is uninteresting or because I do not update, and my livejournal, which is not meant for people to read.
Life as it is right now is relatively mundane. I have a daily routine, I have a job in which I’m not getting assignments at the moment… which is a bummer, as I like to work. I like to keep busy. What I don’t like is studying, I don’t like going out to a school in which I waste two hours of my life doing nothing, learning nothing, not absorbing a thing. I’ll take my test, I’ll make sure I know my material. That’s it. Why can’t I also do work? I’ve been doing my best to absorb myself in my personal site’s work and I haven’t been able to save an AMV for a while now, which is driving me insane… aside from minor stresses, I’m fine. I can’t wait to get my laptop, which is taking forever in itself.
I’m just rambling now… anyway, I’ll stop here.
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