Special thanks to Chloe Vale, Kendra Egert, Melissa Schroeder, Shayla Black, and Lexi Blake for all the encouragement and help with this book. Thanks to my friends at Righteous Perverts.
Here’s my first entry.
What to say?
This is much harder than I thought. I haven’t written in one of these since I was thirteen when I had a crush on my eighth grade science teacher, Mr. Blackwell. That seems a hundred years ago, but it’s only been twelve, almost half my life.
Often times my thoughts get all jumbled up. I remember the last time I had to give a speech in a class. What a mess! Thankfully, I rarely have to speak publicly. It’s a bit of a phobia with me. I took out a butt load of student loans to avoid the road many grad students take – the dreaded prof’s aide.
God, I sound boring.
Keeping a diary seemed like such a good idea last night when I bought this. Now, I’m not so sure. Isn’t keeping a journal of your thoughts more of an adolescent activity than that of a college grad working on her master’s in sociology? Mostly true. But I need a distraction from all the dead-end research of my fucking thesis.