I forgot these journal things existed until someone brought it up the other day.

I just re-read my latest (and only) journal post. I don't have anything to post about, but I will get creative. Also, this one won't rant about my hatred for any particular necessary bodily function (like the last one). It's 10:30 right now, and I plan to get to bed within the next half hour.

So, I am kind of happy with where my life is headed right now. 2010 is proving to be everything I hoped it would. 2009 was both the best and worst year of my life; I expect the same for 2010.

Here is a list of reasons I love my life:

-I have the greatest friends, and I just keep making even more better ones.

-I know what I want to do, and I'm taking steps towards doing it.

-I have more confidence than I've ever had. Still not enough, but I'm learning to love myself.

End List.

But although it's a short list, it's pretty full.

I absolutely HATE sleeping. I wish I could live a perfectly healthy life without any sleep at all. It's a waste of time.

In the late hours of the night, I find myself doing anything imaginative to keep myself awake. I just finished knitting for two hours (a hobby I haven't touched in two years). I'll usually spend my time watching pointless youtube videos (ps, if you haven't seen PeachDiaries, you should. It's a youtube channel. Absolutely HILARIOUS), lurking facebook, reading random blogs and articles I don't care about all over the internet. Anything but sleep.

I am at the point right now where I know I am gonna have to go to bed within the next hour. This is the worst part of the day. I have run out of things to do and no one is awake to entertain me.

FUCK sleep. Guh.

So, I am not quite sure what this is. I decided to write in it anyways because the site told me that I probably should.

I don't have anything to say. I always have trouble putting my thoughts into words.

I am at this wierd stage of my life in which I feel like there is a lot happening and it's really overwhelming. But at the same time, there isn't really a whole lot of reason to feel overwhelmed. I tend to stress myself out for no reason.

I feel like if I have any freetime at all, I am wasting it. I always need to fill my time doing something; anything. But then I get worked up about being too busy and not being able to relax. Figure that one out.

Was there a point to this Journal entry? No, I guess not.