...of popular literature but I need a new journal on my main page so here it is.

So, in three days I will be done with my freshman year at DSOA as a communications major. The evening of June 3 (Wednesday) at 8 PM, I will fly to New York City for the first time to attend the ceremonies for the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. Most of the people who read this already know, but I won a Gold Key in poetry. I'm fighting my own ego after realizing that Sylvia Plath won something from Scholastic in her school days.

Since summer's about to begin, my newfound seasonal depression is due to kick in full force any day. This self-diagnosed ailment has been creeping up slowly over the past week. I'm not sure if this is a serious paragraph or not. TO explain, last summer while I was transitioning from worthless blob with a high body fat percentage to muscley blob that enjoys running and does productive stuff sometimes, I went through this bout of extreme depression. I didn't mind it, to be honest, angsty and annoying as that sounds, because it made me think deeper and look at things with a different perspective. It edged away as the school year went on, but now that it seems to be coming back, I don't feel like it's necessary to push it away.

But since when do I ramble like this in a public journal?
Since Nov 5, 2007, and not again until now.

Is the show over?
Yes it is.

I'll have fun in New York, for sure. I'll see Flip and go shopping and walk a lot and maybe go to a poetry slam.