Sigh.

I haven't forgotten that I have a blog.
I'm just busy.
Not in the way I'd like to be busy.
I'm busy writing papers, and going to class, and reading an insanely large number of pages in textbooks, and doing an internship which is basically working part-time without getting paid for it.
I knew it would be like this.
I'm not complaining.
I've actually nearly completed 25% of the two years it will take to get my MSW.
That's kind of exciting.
I've recently become re-obsessed with Ireland.
Thus, I've decided I should travel there once I've graduated.
I feel like after the number of graduations I will have had at that point, I might deserve it.
Or need it, rather.
Unless I have a job at that point.
That could be tricky.
Often I think about writing here, but I decide that it will take too long or that I don't want to get too emotional or invest too much thought into trying to explain something that probably only makes sense to me.
So, I just don't.
I love reading about everyone else.
They always have much more interesting things to say, or artistic inspirations to share.
Sometimes I wonder if there's anything interesting about me.
I mean, I know there is.
I think.
I mean, there is, and I know it's silly to wonder about it.
But sometimes I feel like most everyone else is more interesting than I am.
Maybe they are.
Or at least, in different ways.
Sometimes I still feel like I'm waiting to become who I am.
According to psychology studies, you don't really know who you are until you're 27.
I have four months.
Or, a year and four months.
Maybe I get to figure it out while I'm 27.
That makes me feel a little better to think about it that way.
Well.
I guess I should get back to that paper I'm writing.
One of the ones that usually keeps me from updating this silly blog.
Or, I could go to Ireland.
That sounds better.