Loose Feet

Incase you do want to see how I learned to finally grow up. (Hasn't actually happened).

http://amaroo.livejournal.com

No judgments.

In an attempt to push the burden of work aside for one more day, I returned to an old journal I wrote in during highschool. It seems my thoughts were a lot more romantic back then, and in many ways, a lot more creative. Years of droning professors have sapped every ounce of imagination out of my brain. Or at least, that's how it feels this late in the game.

Perhaps the best line of my teenage years..."Today I stuck my finger in my ear and my brain paused for a second." Still happens from time to time when I'm using Q-Tips.

Can't do this. Back to work. More about Opportunity: Seoul! (sounds like a fantastic television show doesn't it?) to come tomorrow.

In only 28 days (which my time calculator so quickly converted to 2,419,200 seconds) I will be presented with the ultimate title, that which will, according to the textbooks, take me to places I could have never before dreamed of. I will be...drum-roll please...a college graduate. Five years, millions of last minute tutors, thousands of cigarettes, coffee cups and oven baked pizzas later, I have jumped through hoops and will receive the diploma that will define me as a working-class woman in this grand world. I'm excited, and you should be too.

So in honor of this momentous occasion, I thought it time to join up with the vast network of internet lovers out there and begin my own blog. No need to prepare yourself. In many ways, it will be the same moaning and groaning you could experience in only two seconds of chatting me up outside the bar. But then, I guess I don't care. It's not for you.

Soon I'll be leaving for Seoul, to begin my journey across the continents and it would come as no great surprise that if I carried a journal, it would just happen to fall out while in front of the Korean McDonald's, or even drown in the street gutter. It's best, then, for you - or perhaps just for I - that I allow myself to engage with this online journal of witty repartee, if only to remember my experiences while on the road (and then compare them with Kerouac and redefine the entire notion of cool).

This is the beginning. But not the end.