The birthday went fine. Great party. Being 22 is interesting, I guess, from a thoughtful standpoint. I actually feel fairly old, thinking about how different things are now compared to when I was 10, or 12, or 16. I realize the age difference between myself and other people even a few years younger than me.

 

Other than that, nothing big happening. School, no big deal. I find out my specific student teaching placement in a week or two... nerve-wracking, that. But, the best I can do is wait it out. Social life is slim to none. That's one of my biggest problems... I don't go out because going out doesn't seem fun. Then I stay in, and that doesn't seem that fun, either. So, the devil I don't know seems like the better option, perhaps. Same with getting a date. Dating is scary. Not dating isn't much, though, either. Not choosing still counts as a choice; I'm going to have to willfully decide on another option. That's scary, too.

 

Mostly, I just am. I don't do much, don't get much better or much worse. I devote a lot of effort to homeostasis. Change is work. I just wish I could get my ass in gear and roll up my sleeves.