90th

Why hello blog.
This is my 90th post.
Right now I'm in Harvard Station, waiting for an inbound train, which I'll ride to South Station so I can walk over to Fan Pier and watch Boston Harbor as the sun goes down.
Today is December 18th, 2010. I've had this blog for almost three years now and I want to figure out what that means. I'm going home tomorrow and from the 22nd through the 31st I'm going to post, once a day, and finally reach 100. I don't know if I'll keep writing after that. There are some things in life that you can't just run away from so that they stay preserved and safe and beautiful, but this isn't one of them.

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Well, it's 11:43 on the 22nd and I'm going to write. I need to. I've been having sort of a disconcerting time lately and I keep forgetting all the things that keep me grounded. This isn't one of them. Blogging generally is more constructive than pacing around in circles anyways. Keeps me human. That's what words do for all of us though, so I don't know why I always surprise myself.

The imaginary reader who has been flipping through these since January 14th, 2008, knows a little bit about how my life has gone, and some of where my mind is at. The imaginary reader will remember my dead cacti and how I go on and on about books and language and how much I complained about my classes and how I tried to be Holden Caufield last summer. Well, I need to catch back up again. I can't now, but I have up until my 100th post to formulate what I want to do and how I want to get there. And I want these to be good posts, not the usual rambling. They might take a bit of time but I think it's worth it.

I just realized that blogger is counting my drafts in with my posts, so this really isn't my 90th published post, is it? Oh well. I'm getting to 100, even if it spills into next year. I'll give myself until the 14th.


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