So I've had a lot going on in the past week or so. And as much as I've thought a few times that I should take the time to write, I haven't. But I am now, when I have less to say, but will try to say something worthwhile anyway.
I've been actually thinking lately, which unfortunately is something that I forget to do sometimes. I've returned to my quest to figure out exactly what it is I believe in. I've taken the time to really be observant of the things around me.
I took the time the other night to really listen to music. Though my latest obsession is 3 Libras...a song I related to but now understand the completeness of the situation, so it's good to be aware. Situations are always interesting, and it seems that ones like these can never be simple in any manner. Oh well, perhaps someday things will make sense.
I'm starting to figure out what kind of person I want to be in life, and I'm starting to stick with plans of what I want to do a bit more now. It's a very nice feeling - to have some kind of feeling of the direction you're going in.
I'm very anxious to go home, however. I want to just go relax and life the northern maine life and read all day and play bass. Oh lovely bass.
I had more to say. I had more profound things. Last night made me realize that whatever opinions I may have, I need to make sure that they are very thought out opinions and that I feel strongly about them. I realized that there are a lot of topics that I think I have opinions on but when I really think about it, those opinions aren't really my opinions. Definately something to be aware of.
Directed Studies. I want to drop. I might not be able to. grr.
Anyways, I'll have to post when I'm feeling more inspired. This just isn't really working.