I have blogs scattered across the internet, and I can never keep them up. The dying (dead) Myspace, an LJ...barely maintained, usually forgotten about.

I need somewhere to put everything in my head, otherwise it will just stay there and that doesn't bode well for me.

On the tangibles, I'm a first-year university student in Atlantic Canada. My mental state can be precarious, which seems to be my defining characteristic at present--at least, that's how I see it. I'm probably wrong on that count, but let's not delve into that just yet.


Words make me happy, and language stills my heart sometimes in a way that only words placed just. so. can do. I think this means I'm going to be an English major.

I'll probably just use this as some sort of record. I suppose a diary would be an apt term, except this is alarmingly public--in the interest of privacy, I think this is about the worst way to go about things. Yet here I am, so I'll make the best of it.

I kept diaries as a child, but they're illegible now, and far too angry for me to read with any sense of detachment at present. I was such a snot-nosed kid, I think.

My Philosophy class today involved a discussion of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It made me happy.