Archive - 1997

I was downtown today and checking out the bookstores along Fort Street. There are a bunch down there and they have many books that I want.

I think I am a book collector but for my own personal reasons. I don't want to sell...I just want to collect. They are just a pain in the ass to move. They are good to have though...I like having another world nearby at any time where I can find myself lost in someone else and their problems or concerns.

Sigh. I can't seem to escape mine.

Through a door I hear this world cry quietly
and the lock holds me out, not able to do anything
but listen to the weeping from the other side.

So, like, here is the deal. I have finished school and I haven't a clue what I am going to do. There seems to be a lot of free time coming my way.

My parents, however, have different plans for me. I think I will try and avoid them as much as I can. I think, maybe, it is time for me to move out.

I have a couple of friends who are getting married soon...well, in the fall and they are pretty cool to hang out with. I am just not sure what I am going to do.

Feeling a little "out there" and I sometimes think I need to be studying. It is like a waking nightmare that crops up here and there. I should be writing an essay or preparing for an exam!

Ergh!

So, I should find a job. Should I? Prob'ly.

I graduated! I have a piece of paper on my wall that says:

Shane Birley, B.A.

Now what?