December 31, 2002
End of the year. I'm supposed to feel some sort of nostalgia for the year that's passed; muse over the changes I'd like to make in the new year. Oddly enough, I feel nothing. I don't even feel that the *month* is ending, let alone the year. I feel almost like I'm caught in a vacuum, in which nothing ever happens and I don't really want it to. The new year means more school. It means I have to try to finish this stupid degree, and *that* means I have to pretend like I'm ready for this supposed "real world."