Prep

A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
— Diane Arbus

It’s quite evident in the past month and even months that I’ve started to neglect this journal. It has become no longer a daily updated journal. While I still and will continue to update it, I am less inclined to use Word of the Day or to write entries. Mostly because my summer days have been of little consequence. I am more willing to accept that I don’t have anything to write. I also have a written journal now which is some ways easier to reach and even a bit more personal. This journal was a bigger issue and much more relevant when I was in high. It’s actually better this way because my last few entries have been long ones. When I do write in this journal, it is usually for topics in which I find easier to throw around rather than write about. They are long and deeply introspective. Well, school starts on thursday. Maybe that will get me to write here back to the old ways, but I’m just more accepting that this journal is not the not main one in my life.

My dreams have been disjointed and somewhat romantic lately. I kept waking up last night because it was so cold. Mom gave me another comforter this morning though. The other night I dreamt that most of the world population was gone and aliens had replaced most of the people in the service industry with robots that looked exactly like humans to do the bidding of those people that did remain. Those who were left were mostly young, and my partner and I were captured since he is pro-Alien. He could speak their language, and I think I was clairvoyant. I knew he was going to get killed. This dream sounds much more interesting than it was.

I must now learn to sleep earlier. I ran this morning for 25 minutes. The next goal is to be more disciplined and run three times a week, 30 minutes each time. I’m very proud of myself whenever I do it, partly because of the hormones, partly because it’s not easy. I always think that I need a break, but I haven’t stopped the last couple of times. I am more hungry even if I am more pleased for the rest of the day. The fatigue gets to me as well.

I want to finish Annie’s scarf soon.

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