It's not necessarily depression, but it feels similar to it. Maybe it is just intense boredom. Or perhaps it is extreme emotional suppression that is backfiring. Who knows.

Anyways.

So, I've not posted a journal entry for some time. I am writing, but I don't have a drive to really write. I've been mostly involved with school and looking for work. And then there is having a social life, albeit a minor one. I'd rather have the money, though. Seriously. I need Fall term to end so I can go on break and come back for Winter term and possibly have a job by then. Am I under-qualified or overqualified? Or am I just not that personable? I can't help it that I find the majority of people to be stupid or ignorant. And I cannot help that I do not always have a sunny disposition. God, I wish I was back in Minnesota with my Y.A.C. friends. I miss them more than anyone else right now. I cannot wait for the conference in March.

Ugh. I feel achy. Perhaps I am dying. No, that'd be too easy and God is a cruel bastard who likes to play with his toys too roughly. Yaweh, go suck an egg.