perhaps it is because i am no longer a fiction writing major that i have felt no desire to add any entries to this journal.

perhaps it is because i cannot afford college at all that i have felt no desire to add any entries to this journal.

or perhaps it is because i have been drinking too much at the medici and stumbling home at 3 am and collapsing into my dirty sheets and sleeping for ten or eleven hours that i have felt no desire to add any entries to this journal.

that's probably it.

i continue to reason that there has been nothing interesting going on to warrant journal entries. but what has to happen these days to warrant a journal entry? it seems i have to walk across water or turn water into wine to warrant writing a journal entry.

and as much as some like to think, i'm not jesus.

i've been doing the same things i've been doing since i started this journal three years ago, and since when aren't these things interesting?!!? why is it i was finding my life uninteresting when i'd been finding it plenty interesting for the past three years?!

and to that i have no answer.

so from here on out, my life is STILL just as interesting as it always was, and it will always be that interesting.

last night at 4am, carl and i were walking down the midway lamenting about our lacks of sex life to one another. he was telling me i need to meet new people and all that, and i told him that i am happy with the friends i have. and it's true, i stick to it. no matter how much i bitch about my lack of sex, i still hate meeting new people. i have a ton of friends, and what do i need new ones for? i have awesome friends. and while it is true that i have probably made out with a good half of them, that just shows how good of friends we all are, because we are STILL FRIENDS.

WHY SHOULD I MAKE OUT WITH PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN I COULD BE MAKING OUT WITH PEOPLE I'VE KNOWN FOR YEARS?!

who knows, maybe i'm just a snob.

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