* I do admit to owning four different Winnie the Pooh plushies, but I am very much of the opinion that it is a virtual impossibility to have too many Winnie the Pooh plushies. As Winnie the Pooh is probably my most favorite of philosophers, I am convinced that any one who takes the time to give me anything that stands as an homage to Pooh truly understands my persona. :D
Labels: a life without goals, bored, college, ennui, latin, le sigh, new years, sad, shit, the catching up past, things of note, thoughts, weird
Just writing to let the few people who read my blog (and it's ultimate import into facebook via the magic of the internet), that I'll probably be posting less here, as I've been using my livejournal (it's nice, check it out) a lot, as it is a little more convenient. I'm not sure right now what I'm going to do with this blog... it's most frustrating. I'm thinking that if ever a deep and meaningful idea strikes me, I'll probably put it here, but my day-to-day and memes will go to the elle-jay.
That being said, the deep and meaningful going on in my life is revolving around my lack of direction. It's depressing, and then I get depressed, and people tell me that a good way to get out of depression is to get some goals and things to work towards, and the vicious cycle starts up again. The lack of passion in my life is not okay. And I mean, I know I'm not going to have great big adventures, but I'm not emotionally involved in really anything. That's not how it should be. Hopefully I can get around to changing that. I'm seriously considering some OPERS Rec stuff at school. Mandolin is what I'm thinking. I need more music and art in my life, just saying. Wish me luck I guess.
PS: School has started again, and I've got some decent classes and teachers, but nothing so far is very moving and inspiring. Just same old. Sucks to be a sophomore, I guess. Thank God it's Friday. :)
Current Music: The (Shipped) Gold Standard — Fallout Boy
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long,
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're going to leave this town,
And get new passports and get, get, get, get, get out now!
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