Limerick

I'm writing a blog post in limerick
(Though I fear that it might seem a gimmick)
So readers, beware
It might lose its flair
And then you might give me a dropkick.

I'm learning a role for the summer.
It keeps me from having good slumber.
Italian is hard.
And my brain feels like lard
From taking in words like a dumpster.

My future right now is uncertain.
It's obscured by a magical curtain.
There's talk of more school
But it's "grad" so it's cool.
And I guess there are worse ways of hurtin'.

History Lessons from Myself

In reading some old entries, I've gotten a little frustrated with how whiny I used to be. I know I found some catharsis in writing those entries, but they no longer really reflect how I deal with problems or how I view unpleasant times in my life. I think I might go back and privatize most of them. I don't really want to delete them, because I know I need to read them sometimes to remind myself who I was and remember how I became who I now am. But anyone who reads them now in attempt to know me better will see only snapshots of a person in increasingly rapid stages of change and development. Often they show me encountering things for my first time and handling them clumsily. Bad breakups, unpleasant illness, and bouts of pompous self-importance all creep into my entries from years past, and I can't easily convince myself to keep those things as matters of public record.

So I imagine it's time to clean up a little around here. This entry hereby officially adds that to my "to do" list.