The Angels have the phonebox.

It's been another six months since I did a real blog. Is this because I'm boring and nothing happens here? Possibly. Is it because I might have better things to do than spew my guts to the internet? Probably. Is it also because I had Mono for three months and then had a bunch of people at my house for a month and then was scrambling to finish a semester? Most definitely. By the way? Mostly A's.

So. What's happened? I've just gone back and re-read some of my older posts. It was right after I posted the post of August 2nd that I came down with something that kept me literally on the couch, not moving, not doing anything, for three months. I had mental motivation, but absolutely no physical energy. And then even the mental motivation went away.
I allowed my friend Wilford to come stay at our house, and made no effort to clean. At all. He stayed a week. We didn't do anything. At the time, I didn't care. Now, I'm mortified.
Then, I went to Oregon for a week with Monica at the end of August. 'Twas awesome, but I did nothing. Though I did read Watchmen. And Interview With a Vampire. And I watched Monica laugh her way through the Twilight series, and then go dune boarding at the coast. She's good people. Really. She is.
Once home, I proceeded to watch every episode of the new Doctor Who, Torchwood, Bones, and Grey's Anatomy online. Because I simply couldn't do anything else.

Anyway, it wasn't until September or October that I finally went to a doctor, and blood work showed evidence of Mononucleosis. Yes. The kissing disease, shut up. So at least I knew I wasn't insane. Anyway, Sarah had it too. I no longer know where I am going with this narration...

Oh well. More news about me that covers a six month period. I'll be turning 18 in April, and I'm planning on moving out of my mothers house this summer. I'll be staying with a friend in New Jersey. As of now, I'm not sure whether this will be before or after Satori. If it is before, I won't be going to camp. If I stay until after, it will be because this will be my last year as a camper. Christmas... that's a whole other story that I probably won't get into here.

I feel old. But at the same time, I feel so unprepared.

However, in rereading old postings, I sincerely hope I've become more secure a person. All of that self doubt... that ambivalence... I really think most of that's gone away now. I didn't realize how much I've matured this year. This blogging thing's good for that. I can track development.

So now, I realize I don't blog for other people to read. Most of this information is already known by anyone who would read it anyway. But I forget. I change, I grow. So it's good for me to have some kind of written record of who I am at different stages. The way I write, the words I use, these are all good indicators of tracking my progress. Like I'm an experiment in the Life lab.


I now have nothing else to say. Ta!


(Whoa, I spelled Mononucleosis correctly on the first try. Maybe school's not dumbing me down as much as I thought...)