I was reading through an old diary of mine from eighth grade earlier today. I very much want to journal well. I'm just not very good at it. I read other people's and they just seem so much more interesting than mine, although I think it has more to do with the way they're written than with the content because I consider myself to be a more ( Read more... )

Guh. I'm feeling really depressed and I don't know why. I hate being depressed without a reason. Its bad enough when you know what you're unhappy about, but this way I can't even try to find a solution or anything ( Read more... )

Long day. I was supposed to do a Bichon at school today, ended up helping John with his Standard instead. And it was filthy. And matted. And it wouldn't stay still for the Metro so we had to use stand dryers. And It the nastiest puffy coat that sucks for scissoring. And John is obnoxious. Ugh, what a jerk that guy is.

I'm making another post. I'm hoping to cultivate a habit.

I had a kind of eerie feeling this morning -- it was one of those things you're never sure are brought on by something or not. This particular one, if it was brought on buy anything, was brought on by my holding a hemostat in class this morning. I was just looking at it in my hand and I got this wave of nostalgia. Very bizarre.