ODing things, freeing things… *free your mind*

Well, I just read oh Lord of the Penguin’s diary, and I have to respond. I simply must.

When does this all end? Or does it? The OD is something I am absolutely addicted to. You all know it as well as I… I find myself wanting to write constantly and just NEVER press that save button until I’m ready to log offline. (sometimes that’s actually how it works, too) I discover who I am through my diary… my diary is me. It’s a reflection of me. *giggles* “I have a relationship with my diary”… or so I occasionally say. 🙂 But it feels like home here… it really does. When I log in and see the stary contents, my roses, and quotes… I just feel safe. I know where I am. I know who I am, though I may be slightly confused. (or really scrambled, depending on the day)

Back to my original questions… they were in reference to my OD use. I wonder how long I will write here? I’ve written for over a year now, and I assume I will definately write all the way through college, but what then? What happens when I get married? Will I still write? And if I do, would my husband know? And if I didn’t tell him about it, would that violate our sense of trust in the relationship? Or is it perfectly acceptable, since we all have our individual thoughts and crave at least a little privacy? Supposing I do write when I’m married… what about if I have kids? So many questions, so few answers. Obviously when I live on my own I’ll have much less time for internet use… I won’t really live online anymore, much less have time for 3 entries a day. (and this does greatly sadden me) Will the OD even serve the same purpose throughout adulthood? Or will I keep a written journal only? *sigh*

I know I just rambled extensively there… but it’s something I think about. Whatever I do, I must write. I must. I know myself better than ever. You have to be pretty honest with yourself if you’re going to write your thoughts to the void.

Oh, goodness… you have to read Jon’s profile, it’s too good:

The real world does not rely on the information given from a so-called critic, so why does English?

To understand information is to process it. To process information people need to think. A person can’t think when all they do is repeat information said by someone else.
I didn’t learn to think until meeting a group of people. I didn’t learn to think from what a critic said was symbolism in The Grapes of Wrath, I learned from experience.
God gave us the gift and if people weren’t so stupid sometimes, they would see that this gift would bring anything a person wants.
The solution may not come fast or easy, but with time, it will come.
To the critic or expert I ask you this, is it better to know everything about a little bit, or a little bit about everything?
Lead by example, learn by example. Look at what someone does and the outcome, not someone’s idea and what they think is the outcome.

How great is that? That is completely talking about our English class. Or, wait… what USED TO BE our English class!!!!!!! Did I tell you?

*jumps up and down and does a little dance* SCHOOL IS OUT my friend! OUT, I tell you! I am free at last. Freedom… until summer band in two weeks. But that’s not the point.

Tonight is my first photography class. *gets all excited* Last night I got out my camera, put batteries in it, and figured out how to put a lense on. Lol… yeah that’s somewhat essential to the entire… taking a photograph procedure. I have yet to load some film, which is also apparently a neccessity. 😉 *as if I’ve never used any kind of camera*

Well, with that, my dear readers, I am off to be

~swept away in the joy of freedom~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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