December

I've been thinking to myself about how much I want to write. But really I just like to check on you every so often. You, as in this here blog, not my readers or anything. I don't have those. I write for no audience than myself.

Updates: About that book, haven't opened it since that day. I'm not serious.

Will be home in 12 days. Wrapping up this first semester of graduate school. It's been fun. A breeze, dare I say. But again, it's time to get serious.

I've really been living this life coasting. I'm doing pretty well for myself but sometimes, I feel like I could be doing so much more. For all that I have, I could be that much farther.

But I'm so not together. And then I say, it's okay, I'm young. But then again, time waits for no one. Best to start preparing now when you can than be looking around lost later. And then I remind myself of all I've done and realize I have been preparing thus far thus fine. And that I shant worry and everything will be fine. And I stop being dramatic.

And tune back into Beyonce. Cause it's Friday night and I accomplished things yesterday and earlier today and I can afford to do that.

Night