It feels nice to be back into the swing of things. I forgot how much I enjoyed simply sitting down and expressing myself. Even if the grammar is bad, the spelling is gastly (I’m even too lazy for spell checkers), or nothing makes even slight sense, I still feel as though I’m leaving a mark on the world, miniscule or not. If someone out there is reading this, then it means I’ve done what I’ve come here to do.

That’s only one percent of why I write here. I’m pretty darn sure that 99% of the reason is free therapy. If you think about it, its practically like psychoanalysis (okay, a very simplified version), in that I sit down and let my brain spew forth whatever it is feeling; long rambling free association. Truly I believe that I’ve grown as a person and have learned about myself - deeply - because of this therapy. I know that what draws me to do this is the mental exhabitionist in me that loves to have people looking at my brain…or sometimes simply simply viewing the world as I do.

Anyways, its boring to free associate about writing in my journal. If you are reading this than its likely that you have one too and know exactly what I’m talking about. So, instead I suppose I’ll talk a little about my day.

I moved stuff from the appartment to the house…

What? Did you think it was going to be absolutely fascinating. Its true, I’ve become so busy on the mundane level that the mental level is suffering. When I do any mental work, its basically just me shoving definitions and concepts in it from whichever text book is in front of me.

I miss reading books, I miss going for coffe or movies whenever I want to. I miss not having a new plate passed to me every time I finish eating off one. However, I am super amazed at how my coping skills are improved, and really, its coping skills that I’m gaining. That is the true lesson I think university gives you. They throw hundreds of hours worth of work at you, and then expect it done while life crashes down around you. Eventually you reach a point where nothing could possibly stress you out because you’ve learned to just deal with it with no fuss or pain.

On a completely different note. I’ve decided to try out for a musical in January. Its called “The Gondoliers” by Gilbert and Sullivan. I’m not an amazing singer(yet), but I’d love to just BE in a musical. So, I’m going to just audition for a chorus part. This is twelve hours of extra work I’d be throwing into my week. However, it is simply something I want to do. I love how much I’ve been branching out and doing new things lately. I really feel physically, mentally and spiritually rewarded.

Now, if I could only get the marks in school that I need, life would be perfect!