To start things off:
I'm sorry I haven't been responding.
You keep sending me sweet comments, and birthday wishes, and writing lovely pieces, and I'm not saying much of anything. And I don't think that's going to really change. It's not because I don't appreciate what you're saying- far from it, some of you have made me smile wider than the Mississippi- but because...I don't know entirely why. It could very well be that I'm just that lazy, or because I still don't like talking to people online, or that it stresses me out, or that I'm busy and just want to goof off on Tumblr. That is to say, all of the above. But you, all of you, have been among the nicest people I have ever corresponded with, and I do appreciate it. I'm going to try and actually prove that after this journal.
Okay. Now, what's up with me.
I took my pretests for my GED. I don't know exactly when I'll take my GED and leave high school, but it will be either at the end of this semester in January, or at the end of the school year. When I do, I'm planning on taking a few classes at the local community college. They'll be more for college experience than for an actual degree, most likely. Assuming I can scrounge together some scholarships, or maybe *gasp* get a part-time job, I'll head up to the Pacific Northwest College of Art, or a similar college, after a semester or two of community college. I'm aiming to take both Illustration and Liberal Arts classes, as my main pursuit in life is to make my own graphic novels.
That whole paragraph may not interest you in the slightest, in which case, too late now. As to how all that will affect my output on here: I'm trying to write as much as I feel like writing. That is to say, when I have ideas, I'll probably share them with you. Poetry is still my vague-yet-alluring darling, and I still produce random notions on a daily basis, so I would expect sporadic updates. This holds true only for as long as I am puttering about high school; I have no idea what college will be like. I have plenty of time now because I dropped two of my honors classes. They are dead. I like to stomp on the rug that conceals the bodies sometimes.
Except, not really. I miss the discussions and literary analysis, and I'm sometimes worried that I won't understand as much of current and former events internationally. My mom's suggested that I show my former literature teacher my poetry, and I am considering it, although I don't know to what purpose that would be. Personally, I'm also debating asking about joining the writing group my brother went to, as I really want to yak about my stories and writing to similar minds. While I don't regret missing out on repetitive essays and excessive notes, I do want to keep my mind active.
But currently, I am complacent. It's getting cold and rainy and lovely again, and the earlier sunsets are allowing me to go to sleep earlier as well. I try to draw a little something every day, and write a bit each night. My family is in a period of peace, and my friends...are being whittled away by school. High school is not any better to watch than to do.
That about summarizes most of the main goings-on. I'm sixteen, I'm addicted to internet, I'm hopeful but avoidant about the future...here's to another season of dreary mornings, and excessive heater use. Hope you all have a swell one.