So blogspot, eh?

In the hopes that a new blog forum will inspire a bit more enthusiasm for blogging, I have moved here. To blogspot. I'm not sure if that calls for a "Dear Diary, I'm feeling nervous in my new surroundings" type of entry, but what can you do. In the interest of overlapping with my old myspace blog (screw myspace, stupid profile trollers!) I'm going to repost the most recent blog here, followed soon by fresh new blogspot entries.

And now that I'm effectively only blogging for myself, I can't say "I love you all," as was the trend on the other blog... so I'll just leave it at "I love me." Or at least "I feel pretty good about myself at the moment."

Most recent blog: posted, um... about 20 minutes ago.

I am in desparate need of a change in scenery. Or a change in routine. Or at least a change in temperature.

Tonight I spent the majority of the night talking about everything with one of my friends that encourages me to reflect on myself and my situation. I came to the realization after hanging out with him for the first time in a while last week that my self-awareness muscles were dangerously close to reaching a state of atrophy I haven't seen in a while. That's what I get for forgetting to remind myself through conversations with other people exactly how I feel about myself and my surroundings.

I've sat down in this very spot several times in the past few weeks, my thoughts swimming around in my head like a school of minnows, small in size but vast in number, organized and very. very. distracting. But each time, as my keyboard click-click-clicked the first two sentences, I have looked at them and felt the force it's taken to write them, and I've erased them each time. I'm not blogging because I have to. I write here because I want to. And the desire to write how I'm feeling lately has been overshadowed by the inevitable email/phone call that I'm supposed to get about New York. Any day now. Two days ago, in fact. And I've started to think that I don't know how to feel, at least not until I get this email.

And so I'm writing tonight, listening to my roommates have sex in the other room, half naked because I bought a new space heater and I can actually stand being half naked again, either New York bound and with an exciting change on the horizon, or not.... and with absolutely no plan for what happens then.

I've decided semi-officially to move my blog to blogspot, seeing as how I only use myspace these days to write in the blog every once in a while and look at the multitude of un-updated photos of my friends. So. If you're a subscriber, and would like the link (if I move it), let me know. In all you other cases, it's been real, dogz.