Blather

Since it's late, I'm just going to blather for a while. Is that okay with ya'll? Yes? All righty. Let's do this thing.

Last night I was having nightmares about being late...most of them consisted of not being packed, starting to pack right when I actually needed to be at the train station, and generally getting very upset and discouraged. Sigh. Hopefully tonight's crop will be a little nicer.

I have a physical, personal journal that I write in occasionally (few times a month or so), but for the past year to year and a half I've been refraining from writing much of anything...fear of jinxing myself over personal subjects or getting too personal seemed to be the primary reason. (Actually, from February to October of last year I didn't write a word in a physical journal. But anyway.) Starting last October I was writing again, but kept it very short and succinct. Most entries had to do with exercise and food journaling, actually. XD

But over the last few months I've started getting a little more personal. It's kind of nice, to be honest. My only problem is sometimes I want to pour stuff out, but I'm worried that I'll look back at certain parts of my life and either shudder at my ridiculousness, or someone will get ahold of my stuff and see some silly/inconsequential/not-so-nice stuff. I don't know if I'm being paranoid or what. Part of the jinxing thing seems to be creeping back as well--I've noticed that when I start writing about things that I'm concerned or hopeful about, they usually turn out the exact opposite that I wish they would.

Maybe I am being paranoid. XD

In other news...in 7 days I'll be on a train heading west. O.o We're having a little going-away party tomorrow night starring tamales, other random food items, and desserts (the identity of which I am not sure). I was hoping to have a bonfire, but dangit if it hasn't been raining for the past two days. Sigh. So we're going to have to figure out how to fit 25 people in our little house. *rolls up sleeves*

Tomorrow proves to be a long day, party aside--I have to do laundry, clean a house, go shopping, bake a pie, and be home (not necessarily in that order) before people start showing up. Ees gonna be an interesting one. On that note I say adieu and stumble off to bed.