9/4 in --

I used to read a woman on OpenDiary who posted her art, and it was really awesome drawings she did. She lived in the Netherlands, and she was also really nice. I miss her entries. I wish she was on here somewhere, but I bet she isn’t. She stopped writing on OD. I thought of her today because I heard Deftones on the radio and I remember she listened to them a lot.

Is that creepy? I really miss that place. I used to read a lot of people that may not have known that I read them. I have always been fascinated by others’ lives and I still am, which is why I need something like this… but it still doesn’t feel the same for me. I was on there for 10 years, so maybe that’s why. That diary I had encapsulated me. I kept records of the most defining years of my life.

I had a lot of poetry in there. I hope it’s still around somewhere, otherwise that part of me is lost forever. I can never find the words anymore, and losing that would not be good. I already feel like I’ve lost a lot of who I am.

It took me all day to finish one cup of coffee. I had to keep re-heating it.

If I could get any degree I wanted without worrying about getting a job afterwards, I would have done art history, or classics.

Sometimes I wish I could go back.

But I think I will like being a librarian. I hope so, anyway. I like organizing things (not in my house though), and books.

My house is probably the most unorganized place ever but that’s okay. Jacob and I aren’t “organized” type people.

I’ve noticed that my son really likes to do art-type stuff. He might be an artist someday! I hope he likes art, so it can be something I share with him.