I'm so very out of shape. I left for a week, and now that I'm back I don't want to do anything that requires me to work. The idea just doesn't appeal to me anymore, even though my goal was to get in shape and stay in shape throughout the summer.

I should put more pages up later. I really just don't know where to begin, oddly enough. I changed the layout for my writing page because the other one was just so 'blahh'.

Guess I should get working on that then.

July 8th 2005

I keep thinking today. My mind is at a rush with all the possibilites of some things and another. I can't really put my finger on what I've been waiting for today, but I guess I never really could.

I've got so much to do. Right now this website is kind of empty, and since I can't have my livejournal entries put directly here since this free host place doesn't allow that, I really am a bit irritated that I quit the websiting/blogging thing a while ago when I had it all. I guess, that's life though. I was just an immature thirteen year-old that really thought she was mature. I'm still rather shocked that no one said any notes in my book such as "you're too young for this, why don't you go home honey?"

Most people aren't that mean though... I think. Well, certainly not everyone on the internet is a forty year-old man with a beer belly, that sits in his underwear chatting to little girls on chatlines all day like my dad has insisted the internet world is all about. Sure, on chatlines, but I really think that once people get personal and start writing about themselves, that something comes through and you make secret assumptions yourself of whether they are creeps or just typical people with extraordinary things to say about the world.

Well, maybe I'm getting too far into this. Some people could be really good at hiding things..?

Naw.