The Stars are Projectors
The next 6 months of my life will be drawn out for me tomorrow. Well, a major part of it anyway. If I get either Boston or London, that will be especially good since I won't have to devote any time to finding a place to live - which was a real burden last time. Oregon would be ok, too, just because it's cheap. But anything outside of those three, my top choices, and I'll be pretty upset.

I played a lot of DQ8 this weekend. It's getting better now that I can freely roam the world in a boat and truly explore. I practiced guitar a bit more, and am still frustrated that I can't play many things because I can't fret fast enough to keep up. I'm probly being to hard on myself, though. I'm certain that just comes with time, and with my impatience and paranoid discernment, I'm probly just blaming myself when that really isn't the case.

This has been, bar none, the fastest year of my life. I've done many things and met many people, but for some reason I look back on it with an overall feeling of confusion and uncertainty. I really can't make heads or tails of whether this has been a net postitive or negative thing in my life. All I know is that it had some large effect and I've learned quite a bit about myself. I guess that makes it good.

I guess it just still bothers me that I'm only now taking baby steps to where I want to be when I should already be running.