2014 :: 2013
2012 :: 2011 :: 2010 :: 2009
2008 :: 2007 :: 2006 :: 2005
2004 :: 2003 :: 2002 :: 2001



I'm frustrated, I think. I'm frustrated by the limits I've put on what I can and can't write in this chronicle. That's not because the limits themselves are a problem—they're very much necessary. The problem is that I want to write, because I need something to keep myself occupied—but because I'm unoccupied, I haven't had a train of thought worthy of recording. Such threads emerge and come clear after a long time away from the computer, time spent doing real things and thinking complicated thoughts, because then, when I sit down to write, it's a clarification of the thought processes I had going in the background the entire time. I pour it all out there after a long time spent away.

The way things are currently, I have far too much time on my hands, so I sit here and waste time until I think of something to write about, which isn't ideal. I end up writing things that are stylistically sound but lacking in content, e.g. posts about what I did that day. I'd write about my thoughts and feelings, but I haven't had any, apart from ripples across the surface of my mind.

I greatly preferred the way things were during the school year, where I was almost always doing one of three things: working at Student Life, spending time with friends, or chasing that guy around. There was none of this bothersome downtime I'm experiencing right now; on the contrary, every moment was charged and electric and exciting.

What I should do is stop blogging entirely. What I'm going to do instead is go try to keep myself occupied and away from the computer for a while.

4:31 pm, June 16, 2005 :: erstwhile

You should follow me on Twitter.