DeathT-2

Well, this is kind of awkward. I have not posted a journal in more than a year, and haven't even logged in for months. I guess it's for a cross of not having the time, ambition, or particular reason to do so. But I'll be getting some little side things done and I can post those fairly soon. Assumingly. So if you wondered, I didn't get hit by a bus or anything. I'm just trying to stay on time of my projects so I can graduate in May. Did I tell you I was graduating in May? Right—so I'm graduating in May. And two days after I graduate I'm going to Japan for six weeks on a mission team. Then halfway through the summer I can get a job and st

Hey, check it out, I can legally consumer alcohol in nearly every country now! But I'm not going to do that because impairing my senses would be illogical. Plus there are better things to squander money on, such as CD's or education and other such nonsense. Speaking of which, I'm halfway through my undergraduate career now. I passed my check, which means I get to stay as a graphic design major, Ooh-rah! Though the evaluation they gave me says that I need to work on "interpersonal communication, that I don't show much interest in things of higher worth, and that they can't read me at all. But they do think I'm philosophical for some reason, s

I've been crying all day. While I was at university I was able to keep it pretty much under control, but at home I'm just exhausted from sobbing so much. Doesn't help that I'm still trying to catch up on projects from when I was out sick last week. This will be an especially painful weekend. Now, I'm not a very poetic person, and rarely do I try to explain myself to people, but this is a very poignant issue to me. So if you read this, listen up, because this is a rare appearance of my person, and right now I feel like I don't want to ever move this off the front journal page here. Today my wonderful cat, Crystal, had to be put to sleep from