If I spent half the time I spent on the internet doing the things I always think about doing, I would be a much better person.

• I'm in the middle of six books, but haven't read any of them since I got back from Italy.

• I haven't painted or drawn in nearly a month.

• I found my "History of the Modern World" textbook and truly intend to read if from cover to cover.

• I've had something like nine days off in the last two weeks, and I still haven't finished tweaking my resume or written a cover letter or applied anywhere for any sort of substantial career.

I need to limit my time on the computer to like an hour in the morning and an hour at night.

Conversely though, Brandon's back in town and we've been hanging out all around San Clemente and Chris Luna is teaching me to surf and it's a blast. I'm super sore and crazy sunburned.

Graeme says he, Patrick and Sean are looking for a house for next year. I told them I'd be their fourth, which would be a hell of a lot of fun, but cements me into Orange for another year...

I'm not handling all this freedom well. I'm concerned about launching into one direction, finding out I dislike it, and not being able to go back and try the other option. I think I'm concerned about the wasting of time (and money, in grad school's case), but remaining hesitant to the point of not moving at all (...exactly what I'm doing) is stupid and miserable. I've got to pick something and start running.