Because I promised, September 1rst.

The past two and a half months have gone by quickly. They've felt uneventful, but when I look back alot has happened. I kept up with my written journal, writing daily, but never quite as much I put in my online diaries. I don't know why; maybe it's just because I type faster than I write. However, I find I much prefer my handwritten journal to any I've ever kept online. Probably because it's private, so no one has to know how much of a doofus I am.

I've tried to write this entry four times already, and countless times inside my head, but I always hesitate at the keys, suddenly undecided about how I feel pouring out the events of my life, my thoughts, and my feelings into a public weblog. I don't even know where to start with everything anyway.

I work fulltime at a restaurant & love it.

I start college in the spring & am looking forward to it.

I've dated alot this summer, been seeing one guy for 3 months already, but still nothing serious yet.

I am comfortable & I am happy, which I think is all anyone ever wants. I wouldn't change a thing about how things are going for me now. Everything is awesome. I have my car, I have a job, I have friends, I have goals, I have a plan.

And I don't want to write anymore.