i am so beyond lame.

So I’m pretty much the worst diary updater. Ever.

I promise, though, I will try to write something worthwhile. And I promise that sometime in the next week I will catch up on reading and noting everyone on my favorites list. I’ve been half-heartedly reading and not noting because I rarely have anything to share anyway.

I’m moving to California, which is pretty much the only thing worth mentioning. I don’t start work until September (so I can go see Kurt Halsey in Philly), and now my daily activities pretty consist of eating large amounts of food and sitting in front of a computer or television. Essentially, I am a waste of life.

You’d think that with all this free time I’d update my journal simply out of some boredom-based sense of duty, but no. Instead, I go to 5684766 Harry Potter sites as I impatiently wait for the book to be released.

Due to the fact that I’m leaving, I should be making more of an effort to meet up with all my old friends who I should probably keep in touch with while I am on the west coast. Except I won’t. I’m pretty much the kind of person who has friends when it’s convenient.

I find myself disappointed in my friends, but moreso in myself as a friend.

And, as always, this entry has taken a rather somber tone. I’m actually enjoying the time off, and I think that being constantly bored will be an asset when I start working because I will just be so damn glad I’m not sitting around my house anymore.

I started keeping a diary again, but every time I start to write something, I stop and don’t bother to pick the notebook up again until I have another idea. I leave unfinished stories in my wake, which might be good someday when I actually have enough discipline to finish what I’ve started.

I’ve been reading a lot of David Sedaris lately, and my sisters and I were discussing how our family is just as screwed up as his. We’re all contemplating writing our own book. Because our family is insane. Which… isn’t very interesting. Sorry about that.

This is awful. I’m sorry that I took up 10 minutes of your time with this… nothing. However! I promise more entries, including

; an account of all my interviews with the Boeing people, ; pictures!! from my graduation, ; and more fun. Seriously. More fun, more often.

Ha. I’m retarded. Go away and pretend you never read this. I will be more coherent tomorrow.

Love.