i purchased my ticket for zack fox today. i invited andy. haven't seen him since august, so it'll be nice to catch up and see how life at penn is treating him

i average about fifty minutes on instagram per day. and about forty minutes on youtube. the latter is a bit skewed since i spent more time than usual on youtube last friday showing a friend video i had already seen. and then they watched on my account. those weren't all organic minutes. but even still, i expect it only to drop to about thirty or thirty-five minutes. i would hate one of these tools for twitter though. i know i spend hours and hours on it. a time counter could help me visualize that and be more proactive about getting off, but i would prefer to not have to face that reality

don't know why i felt like withholding some information from here. like some things i've done on given days. nothing terribly interesting or controversial. just, i don't know. i guess i didn't want people to know. but i understand that not everyone reads this blog. a few people tell me they read it. they comment on it. but i don't know who else a part from them do. i guess my fear is that there could be some people reading it that don't like me and want to use information against me. which, it's an unfounded fear. i don't know of anyone who would waste their time like that. and why is this fear suddenly showing up, at the last stretch of this blog? this is an exercise in unfiltered honesty, at least, in so far as i actually feel like writing about, or remember to. i should keep it that way in these last few posts. i think i'm doing a good job of that now

i think that if you are in a creative writing class and you know you're work-shopping a piece and you make the conscious effort to submit something that you know will make people uncomfortable, that's rude. i'm somewhat guilty of this. i wrote a poem that talked about self harm. and i read it in class, but it wasn't something others had to read and comment on. a friend showed me something they have to read for a class. and while the poem wasn't bad, i thought the language and structure was good, i can't help but feel annoyed that the person submitted it knowing others will be hesitant to really comment on it. it's a disfavor to peers and the piece itself. just my 'two cents'

speaking of which, i really need to get started on my artwork and writing. submission deadline is coming up. i want my work on the cover. i would feel good about that. very validated