I started this journal right around the start of my freshman year of college. Twelve years later, today marks the last final exam that I'll ever take. Graduation is days away. College is finally... FINALLY... coming to an end. With that being said, I'm officially killing this journal. I will never write in it again. (Not that I ever do anymore, ( Read more... )

...it's been a year since my last confession ( Read more... )

I started a new journal...a private one that only I get to read. Part of the reason behind it was that I felt this one never had a very good ending. It just sprung to life one day and died with a whimper a few years later. Also I just got nostalgic reading my old one, and I've learned keeping a journal is a good thing. I did, after all, have a lot ( Read more... )

This thing still exists, huh?
I've done many things since forgetting about my journal, and events have happened...

I didn't make it through college. 
I did bad things, and I did good things. 
I joined the Army. 
I've tried to become a good person again (partly because of the Army)
My sister is getting married.
My brother graduates high school in 48 hours.
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Here's the kind of projects I get to work on while I'm supposed to be working for real ( Read more... )

In Marietta for a change--haven't been here for a real visit since New Year's. There were some issues involved in that, but at least it's good for now--nothing to worry about this time ( Read more... )

Why is stealing such an issue with me? And why does it tempt me more than anything else in the entire world ( Read more... )

Yesterday I dodged six blue shells. It was sweet.

Dear Journal,
Today I got jolted awake by a spider crawling up my nose. I sneezed him across the room.

Maybe getting sick now means I won't get sick during moviefest week.

Hah. Yeah right.