dynamic

A lot of scintillating things have happened. Scintilating is a nice word, but these things are more like dynamic. A lot of dynamic things have happened to me. I read my journal and my scribbles from this time last year. I was just about to put in an entry lamenting about my job and how hard it is to control my self at my job and those whiny clients and then I read about myself last year and so much of me has changed and so much of me is still the same.

1) On Ke's birthday I wrote that I had a special wet/day dream about him.

This year I wrote an expose on why I like him

2) I was enrolled in my paralegal class.

This year, I am working as a paralegal.

3) I didn't want 28 to turn to 29 without seeking a way to live this life and going the extra mile at living this life.

We all know, 28 turned to 29 and well, I am still here, I have not written or have no bright ideas about the script or whatnot I shall write that shall get me the one-hit wonder of which I seek.

4) I am still single. Does that ever change?

There were other issues too such as my incessant car problem, my wish to be left alone and various other things. All these have been solved dynamically within the first half of this year. I often do this, that is read up on my old self just to make sure that I am making some kind of progress or to figure out where was my head at by this time last year. Where was it?

I didn't write this evening. I normally lack the will to during the week no matter how hard I try. I read about myself. I often read about my self(old entries in my journals) or read my old work and figure out a way of changing facets in it. I do not read other people's work online. I read books and I read magazines articles a lot. But I do not read fan fiction online at all. I find it so hard to. In fact it is not one of my strongest hobbies. I get drained of imagination and inspiration when I read them. No offense to the other writers but it is just to different and confusing for me to try and deprive pleasure from reading about someone else's imagination or daydream.

These are my hobbies. Me, me, and more me, a twist of Ke and then, me too.