I’ve been reading everyone’s posts lately… very nice, very nice. I clicked my own name and realized that my posts are quite different from everyone else’s. Everyone’s inner thoughts, dreams, and personal goals are thrown onto the pages of this website, whereas I write about mythical creatures and astrology. I’ve also noticed my writing seems romanticized… to me anyways, I write like I’m in a daze, like I’m daydreaming.

I’m not. This is how I think. Many things go on all around me. Lastnight I was at my boyfriend’s house drinking beer and smoking and driving around his massive backyard on a track, after which we returned $60 worth of beer bottles and got subs and chips. I’m stressing because I need to find my high school diploma for a job interview I have at TD Bank. I’m worrying about my rent and car insurance and wondering how much money I’ll have to live till my next paycheque. This is what I do… I worry, but to calm myself I research things, like the stuff I write about, and I write a lot and draw and sing and dance.

So I’m not NOT thinking about practical things, just because I don’t talk about my day or my thoughts on life… I deal with immediate problems in my own way. I hope that’s okay.