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  <title>It's all happening</title>
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  <updated>2008-11-17T23:54:56Z</updated>
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    <title>Change will do you good</title>
    <published>2008-11-17T23:53:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-17T23:54:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sigur Ros</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm at a place I've never really been before and I can't say I can get my feet grounded very well. I'm normally very adapting and I&amp;nbsp;always try my best to make a situation work but it has been months since I've felt good about myself. Journal after journal I always abandon my only vent for a thinking process after a while. I&amp;nbsp;think I'm in need of some structure and planning. So... I've made some plans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months I've been pretty dead set on becoming a nurse. 80-90 grand a year, extreme benefits, working 3 days a fucking week and being able to provide for my parents at some point. That would be beyond gangsta but of course, it's not me and I don't know how to not do me. I'm too flawed. Even though I've been a writer for years now and I've been &amp;quot;dead set&amp;quot; on writing &amp;quot;no matter what it takes&amp;quot;, somewhere along the way I lost my strength. I&amp;nbsp;was a fucking rock - I never let shit get to me or bother me, nothing mattered, I never cried (especially not for absolutely no reason!) and I always did what I wanted. And though I&amp;nbsp;still make my own decisions... money has taken a bigger role than anything else. I&amp;nbsp;was trying to find something else that I&amp;nbsp;could do but I obvs didn't figure shit out. I&amp;nbsp;never have time to just fucking think. I'm too tired for anything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I&amp;nbsp;had an epiphany the other day in my creative writing class. A&amp;nbsp;couple of people in my already tiny class were absent so we did a little game to pass the time effectively. I&amp;nbsp;never realized that there are people who also find excitement in a single word. it was the first time I really felt right in school and I decided whatever that feeling was, I have to keep chasing it forever until I&amp;nbsp;finally get something radically good out of it. And..... I&amp;nbsp;really hope I&amp;nbsp;do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I'm going back to an idea I've been dragging with me for years now, I've decided I'm sticking with it. So technically I don't know if &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is change but, I've been in some serious need of some in general. Even though I'm really fucking tired of trying, I'm gonna&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n248/austin2244_2006/hang_in_there.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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