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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:01 pmI'm here to update my journal & I realize I have nothing to say. Not a lot has been going on. I mean, I've been doing things--I went to see the seniors do All In The Timing, & they were wonderful. It was a lovely show. I got to hang out with Bathhousians afterward, which was nice as well...it's been far, far too long. It's finally beginning to feel like summer.
& today I hung out with Allie most of the day--we scrounged lunch, & since there wasn't much, we decided to make fry bread. Of course, finding that recipie led us to the one for lassis--mmm, yes please. & then we saw the marzipan recipie. That necessitated a trip to the grocery store, because we were out of almonds, which are somewhat...integral to the whole marzipan process. So we spent the entire afternoon cooking, really.
& I've been going to class. & turning in my applications (I need to call follow-ups. I need a job...).
But I haven't been doing so much. Or rather, it's not that I haven't been doing anything, but that I don't feel the need to detail everything on here like I did during the school year. Is it just less access to internet? At school it was always there at my fingertips in every building, & in my room--which was so tiny--it was so easy to use it to distract myself. At home, though, it's up at the top of the house--which is fairly uncomfortable now that it's hot, anyway--& my parents are on the computer, or it's late & I don't want to bother them, or I'd rather be doing something else. It's weird.
I've started writing in my paper journal again, too--a new one, that I just began right before school ended. I write in the mornings, on the bus, when the glow of waking up in the shower hasn't faded off yet. I'm thinking & writing about weirder stuff, or things I don't really want to write out for the world to see (not yet, anyway). Dreams I don't need to detail in public, that I can interpret on my own.
& yet, here I go again, blathering on about not writing. Do I ever make any sense at all? Probably not. Do I care? ...not so much. Heh. Probably because I'm tired. So. Sleep. I'll see you all soon. Really.
& today I hung out with Allie most of the day--we scrounged lunch, & since there wasn't much, we decided to make fry bread. Of course, finding that recipie led us to the one for lassis--mmm, yes please. & then we saw the marzipan recipie. That necessitated a trip to the grocery store, because we were out of almonds, which are somewhat...integral to the whole marzipan process. So we spent the entire afternoon cooking, really.
& I've been going to class. & turning in my applications (I need to call follow-ups. I need a job...).
But I haven't been doing so much. Or rather, it's not that I haven't been doing anything, but that I don't feel the need to detail everything on here like I did during the school year. Is it just less access to internet? At school it was always there at my fingertips in every building, & in my room--which was so tiny--it was so easy to use it to distract myself. At home, though, it's up at the top of the house--which is fairly uncomfortable now that it's hot, anyway--& my parents are on the computer, or it's late & I don't want to bother them, or I'd rather be doing something else. It's weird.
I've started writing in my paper journal again, too--a new one, that I just began right before school ended. I write in the mornings, on the bus, when the glow of waking up in the shower hasn't faded off yet. I'm thinking & writing about weirder stuff, or things I don't really want to write out for the world to see (not yet, anyway). Dreams I don't need to detail in public, that I can interpret on my own.
& yet, here I go again, blathering on about not writing. Do I ever make any sense at all? Probably not. Do I care? ...not so much. Heh. Probably because I'm tired. So. Sleep. I'll see you all soon. Really.
