It seems like there are a lot of things pulling me away from this journal, but really- It's nothing. Nothing in the same sense that breathing, blinking, and occasionally thinking is nothing.
I've been living the typical life. I go places and I do things. Normal everyday life oozes from my clogged, teenage pores. I don't seem to do anything that any other person my age hasn't done. My life revolves around all of things every other teenager lives by-sex, drugs, rock and roll. Well...not really. That's just what MTV and, when they're not trying to track down more nostalgia, VH1 wants you to believe. My life follows the more common route of sleep, go to school, and use AIM. That's nothing special enough to write about.
There is another reason I think I've been avoiding writing here more often and it's all Robert Heinlein's fault. In Stranger in a Strange Land he mentions how the "people" of Mars would abandon their cities when the memories filled them up. I guess I've been feeling like this little section of the internet holds too many memories. Even though I keep denying it, it's become harder for me to write here. I keep thinking I'm going to disappoint everyone who has read this journal from the beginning. I've changed a lot over the year or so I've been trying to update this thing. I used to be dark and angsty, but I believe I one upped that level and went to the falsely studious and intellectual one. Now...I'm not sure where I am and what I'm doing, but I'm going to try my best at it. See? Go back twenty or so entries and try to find that kind of optimism. You won't find it.
I'm not going to make any more false promises to you all. I'm not going to hold out the hope that I'm going to spill all of my thoughts across these heavily HTMLed pages every day. Every now and then, you're going to get something...because I can't leave well enough alone, but it's likely not going to be that regular. I don't mean to disappoint. I just mean to grow up a little, I guess. Not that those who use these things are childish.
People change and the last time I looked I was a person. I hope you all can accept that I'm not the same person I was when I started this. Hell, I'm not the same person I was six months ago.