Well, I can't say I'm being very successful in my "getting things done endeavors." I didn't even make it a week. Wow. Anyway, I'll just note that it is a strange feeling, turning eighteen. It is good. (Well, I can't say it is good in the fact that people now think I am for some reason going to go out and buy porn, cigarettes, and lottery tickets, but more so in the fact that I feel less attached to... anything?) It is nice, imagining that I am closer to that openness. I feel like now there might be something in my dreams of wandering Norway with little more than my art and my love. They still may not come true, but something has changed. It is okay that I may be hungery then, but I will be full in another manner that I am empty of now. I like that.
And yet there is still homework to do. *sigh* Someday...