Procrastination.

Wish me luck.
Even though I don't deserve it.

I am entering the "Being An American" Essay contest, I discovered it last month when my co-worker thought I might be interested. And so, here I am, a week before the deadline...studying.

Honestly, I could care less right now, I WAS (emphasize on the was) very interested and excited a month ago, but now...meh. But I'll kill myself with regret if I don't just TRY to enter the contest.

The first place winner gets 5,000 dollars. Well, I'm not expecting to do THAT well, but I need to give it a try. So, again, wish me the luck I don't deserve.

Erasing memories is just a click away.

I'm not sure if I should delete all my previous posts before this month. I've changed so much, and I am somewhat embarrassed by my past, but that was my past and I am also "somewhat" attached to it.

lacking creativity.

first day without work.

It's funny that I don't know what to do with myself.
Maybe I'll study, Hm, I think I'd rather re-read Pride and Prejudice.

I'd like to begin anew here.
My blog is going to take a complete turn, due to my different lifestyle, different personality, different....yes.

Any blog post before this point is, well, terribly old.

Welcome the new.