I'm not done with you yet, internet.

So as per usual, I've gone back and purged my journal of a few entries I feel are unneeded and just a bit on the angsty side. They existed when I needed to bitch and be a vagina, and now they're gone. I don't need them, neither do you. So there's that, and that's fun.

We're already almost half of the way through October, can you believe it? Mind you, this month hasn't been the kindest to me, but I think I'll live. It's going to take a lot more than some emotional shenanigans to put me down for the count.

Allow me to sum up what I've been doing for the past couple of weeks: Homework. Lots of homework. I'm tired of this high school bullshit, I don't belong here, and I'm working me ass off to get out. I don't have much further to go, and then college in the spring. I can't wait. I'm not being sarcastic, I'm fucking excited, which is something I never thought I'd hear myself say (Okay, technically I still haven't heard myself say it.) about anything. I'm not exactly a professional at enthusiasm. However, this is something new, and I could seriously use some new-ness. Plus, hopefully college won't quite bore me as much as high school. I've been told I'll love it, I'm taking those opinions to heart. If I don't, I'm blaming you fuckers.

Kidding.

God damn, so aside from that, things have been pretty quiet in the life of Ian Linn. I've been trying to think of some new stuff to do, but I was never great with the brilliant ideas. I'm much better at being the guy that executes the brilliant ideas, I can certainly follow direction.

As for anything else... Well, I've come to the conclusion that I need to stop repressing shit for fear of stepping on toes. I have a lot of shit I need to say to a few people, but this isn't the right time or place to say any of it. Private matters.