to start with

i kept thinking i was gonna get really into blogging again, but now that i go to to it it isnt sparking the same fire. i keep finding all this stuff from years ago and am a little embarassed, but i still cant help being a little nostalgic.

i feel like anybodys life would make a good story, and hearing other peoples stories is one of my favorite things to do. mine probably arent nearly as interesting, but id still like to record more for the future.

as im typing this im telling someone about how they have to figure out what im doing and find this for themselves. i didnt even say what it is, but i half-jokingly told them that they have to undergo a journey before theyre ready. the link is out in the open, so all hed have to do is look. but still. i dont give these things out to just anybody, if they know me.

thats kinda odd, i wouldnt mind some random person i dont know reading this but someone i do i might feel more like im exposing myself.

well ive gotta mow soon..tonights the night im moving out. i think my main reasoning is that i dont want to be under moms influence anymore. i appreciate her help and know how much she loves me, but i feel very uncomfortable not only going to college this year but doing it with her help and stipulations. maybe its just the teen angst; i still feel like separating myself is something i need to do.