Too soon? Not a chance.

So my date of departure is August 16th, 14 days from now. Scary really.
It felt like years ago just yesterday and now it's right around the corner. But isn't that how everything always is?
I've got almost everything ready. Almost. That's the way it'll always be, slightly unfinished. Life's too short to avoid that.
FRANCE IN 14 DAYS. Did I mention that? I've only planned the first two weeks, but things will clear up. They've got to.
Hopefully I'll start using this more and maybe I won't be talking just to myself the whole time.
Wish me luck! (anyone..)

Procrastination Always Gets Me

I think it might be a disease.
I have laid out the work I need to do, neatly, orderly, in hopes of actually getting something done. But there's really no need. My hopes have been killed. Partially because of my knowledge that I will not be attending any college next year, and that my GPA has already been locked in. So really, what's the point?
Anywho, instead, I've been facebooking, blogging, and dreaming of next year. I find it amusing that sites like this become verbs.

"Did you facechat?" "Yes, I did just Google."

Hilarity, really.

So what now then? I guess the lasting debate is where I will find myself from September to June. I still have no set plans, and my mind cannot decide where it wishes to go.

It'd be helpful to have followers to recieve feedback from, but that's a lost cause. The blogging world is a larger place than this one. Hopes of getting one blog out to the masses are microscopic.

So I suspect I'm just babbling to myself via
a small virtual space I created. So be it.

Creation&Induction

So this is my day of creation. Welcome newbie to blogging.
I have much to say, but whether it is vital, relevant, or at all necessary is extremely questionable.
Until my travels begin, this will be a technological area of exploration for me. Or, in other words, another outlet to keep me doing something that should be much less of a priority than other things--however, these things always manage to devour the most of our time, do they not?

I would like to dedicate this space to a countdown,

that will most likely go by much too slow.

As of today, there are approximately five weeks before

the Class of 2010 is liberated from our high school bounds.

Exciting? Indeed.

It's nighttime on the Eastern Border. Goodnight blog society (although my existence among others is unknown, maybe someday that will change).