Hello folks! Yes it's me again. Some cool things have happened sine I last wrote in my journal (way back in September yikes)
For one thing I FINALLY got a Wacom tablet!. It's a 6x8 Intuos 3. I haven't one anything major with it yet but it's really awesome so far. It took a little getting use to but it's pretty fun to use.
Also after being out of highschool for 5 years. And wasting all that time doing absolutely nothing. I've finally started college. I had my first class last night. English 1 It was pretty cool.
Im not used to all the freedom the students get though. I mean eating and drinking in class?
Unheard of! What? You don't have to ask to use the restroom? That's crazy! As silly as it sounds Im still used to the old highschool rules heh.
I promised myself I'd do something with myself before I was 25 and I beat that by a year. Speaking of which it freaks me out a little that Im going to be turning 24 in 15 days. I sure as hell don't feel 24.
Next on my list of things to do is loose some freakin weight. My blood pressure has never been that great but if I dont do something it's only going to get worse. I already take to medications for my damn blood pressure.
Also I really want to get a digital camera. I've always enjoyed taking photos. But all I've ever used is those shitty disposable cameras and I tend to never get them developed. I hope to make a hobby of taking pictures which I hope in turn will give me more incentive to get up off my ass and do some much needed walking.
My that was a rather long journal entry. I don't think I've ever had this much to say. In closing I leave you with this poem written by this guy about his dad I think. I cant remember the dude's name but it's a nice poem.
Enjoy!
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lighting they
Do not go gently into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.