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Thursday, January 26
I think this is worth reposting.

I don't know why, but on some weird, deep level I can relate to this photo. It might just be because this woman could very well be my aunt, but there might be something else there. I think this was probably originally posted with a funnier implication, but I just find it depressing.
I mean, it brings up too many questions. Why is she there by herself in the first place? She looks relatively content, but how long has she been alone that she has created a pole-like device to snap pictures of herself? And why is some idiot taking a photo of her taking a photo of herself instead of just offering to take it for her?
I'm being a little unfair, I guess, if I saw this lady on a tour, I'd probably find it funny, too. I don't know.
I would like to see that woman's vacation album, though.
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There's a girl in my section that I wish I had the balls to approach and talk to afterwards, I think college maybe has taught me to be less awkward and more composed on the outside but inwardly I'm still a nervous wreck. Or I might just be a wreck inside and out.
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Having really weird, vivid dreams lately. I guess I'm enjoying them, though, cause it's still hard enough getting out of bed in the morning.

Some days I feel one way but most days I feel most ways

Wednesday, January 25


Bert Jansch is dead! I didn't know this until last night, and it makes me feel a little sad.

Yup, so anyway, school is good, but I don't know what I'm doing. I wish I could see myself doing something in the way that others seem to be able to. And it's not like I'm not interested in what I'm learning, I am. But, for some reason, all I can see myself doing in the future is pretty much what I'm doing now. So mostly nothing and a little complaining.
High school, in that regard, was better, because even though I didn't know what I wanted to do, I at least knew college to be a buffer for adulthood, and I assumed that I'd have it figured out by now, but I haven't.
But mostly I like college better.

Sunday, January 1
Weird the way I turned out, I don't think this is who I saw myself becoming as a kid. So does that mean I was a stupid kid* or that I'm a stupid adult?
But it's not bad, it could be worse. It could always be worse!



*On second thought, most kids are pretty stupid anyway. And I now also realize that those two options are not mutually exclusive, so it's definitely just both.