I finally finished my second paper of the year. It was probably the most personal essay I've ever written as it pertained to something paralelling to my life... the pastoral state and I guess, in a lot of ways, the loss of innocence. I hope I did well because for one it seems like I know what I'm talking about.
School is keeping busy, so much so that I don't have enough time to cry over my petty problems... perhaps I should list some here so that when I have a bit more time I can remember what to cry about over the xmas holidays. Or maybe not.
I'd like to think that I'll be happy soon, it just doesn't seem very likely though... I've been thinking about sex lately. Like a lot lately. I don't know why. Oddly, yesterday, a girl I know (who I'm not really sure on yet as to whether I like her or not [just as a person]) gave me a sex survey. She kind of just wanted me to fill this thing out (this is what caused my little rant about trust yesterday as well as someone else) and it had all of these questions like when's the last time you had sex, have you had sex with a member of the same sex, are you gay, are you monogomous... and one question that she asked that really shocked me was "how many often do you masturbate?" I told her I didn't know. Since it was one of the first questions she assumed that I was just being shy, but the truth is that I'm lonely and a perv and I honestly lose count of many times I do it on a long and lazy day. Take that for what you will...