Oh boy, here it comes.

Posted a lot of World of Warcraft stories, nothing much. They were all typed in 2008 (save for Salvaging Salvage) and I've yet to revise them for any mistakes and inconsistencies.

Life's getting to become grand (lol). I'm about ready to work on my senior project, which is writing a short-story book. Hopefully, I'll be able to cram a lot in it, because I've had a lot of ideas to play around with, but never really had any incentive to carry them out and write them, so this may be that boost I need to see what I'm capable of with a keyboard and an imagination.

Aside from that, I'm also going to graduate, which will be fun, I'm sure, but I can't shake that feeling away from me. Up to this point, I've basically been led by the hand to do whatever I needed to do in school, and now I'll be up and about by myself for the very first time; no one to tell me what to do, no one to tell me what's wrong and right or what you should or should not do. These thoughts swarmed me like locust, and I hope I'll find myself standing on my own two legs at the end of the chaos.

I can't help but to worry, because I was better off being told what to do, but this isn't what I've lived for, to be ordered around, because that's not what a human being should be made for. We all find ourselves in different places, perhaps wondering if we can become better and carry ourselves out of dire predicaments and situations. We're never ready for that one moment where we expect we'll find trouble, but I suppose that's what I have to accept, in my case. There's really no way to prepare for unexpected situations, and accepting this fact in itself may give this problem an answer.

I am a blank slate. I have no reason to live, but that is the beauty of being a human. What should I mold myself into, I wonder? This life full of unexpected tendencies and occurrences will - perhaps - shape me into who I wish to become.