Wednesday.

I have been sick, and it has basically been hell.

I am going to an american football game tomorrow for the first time.
It is solely to see E. That is was I am going to start calling him for now on, to protect identification. I think it’s secretive that way.
There is no protection I need, really, but I guess if a college admissions person were to find my blog and such, I would rather them not think I become obsessed with things too easily. Not that I’m obsessed, because I promise that I’m not. Really, it is just a school crush that will end soon.

So, speaking of college. Where am I going from here?
I know that I still have two years to decide all of this stuff, but I don’t have the money to just go anywhere and everywhere. Although that would be nice, because then I wouldn’t be a headless chicken right now.
I really would like to go to a nice school where it is not too small, but not so big that nobody knows each other. I’m not sure what I want to major in, though. It’s like every single day I have different ideas. I hate that.

My mind is such a labyrinthine place. It’s like, you have to try so hard for me to let you get into it and see what there is. Then you’re there. And it’s the scariest place ever but you can’t find your way out because the walls keep changing. And David Bowie is there singing and trying to throw you off of your course. Only not really. That would rock, though.

This is probably my longest blog post in a while. I guess that’s hat happens whenever you fall off of the face of internet communications for a while—you come back with too many new things to face and too many new stories to tell. Maybe next time I’ll know the answer to this question I am still trying to figure out; maybe not, who knows? I know I don’t.