Well, I am sitting here at my computer in my dorm room. Last time I made a post was six months ago at home. At home? I guess I consider this my home now in Santa Cruz. Four weeks in Tracy are unbearably dull.
Things have already changed a lot. I can’t believe I’m almost 18… How did that happen? I guess it was kind of sudden. What the fuck am I doing lol? I guess at this point I just have to show up to class and do well and everything will take care of itself… So it seems.
This week I have to sign up for the selective service, but they won’t let me be a conscientious objector online. Seriously, wtf? I need to register to vote too, though I’m incredibly disenchanted with my political system. Get me the fuck out of here. I can’t even run for office until I am 25 years old. You’d think for good reason, but old people have no fucking clue what they’re doing—either that or they’re evil.
I write this, sitting amongst the early morning, with not the slightest idea as to why I have just recreated this damn blog. I will entertain a lot more free time around the house this summer, so I must be subconsciously looking for an area to fill my time again. Perhaps if I am lucky I may get some writing done. I have begun to further culminate my interest in existentialist fiction. I am about to pick up and read The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky, finally. It’s been sitting on my bookshelf for quite a bit. Once in a while if I do read I may leave a note or two if something strikes a chord.
Good night,
