LJ's more conducive to thinking, too. I've been doing a lot of that, the whole reflection and introspection thing, but I've tried to contain that on the off-white pages of my underused Moleskine. Sigh. I need to be more creative. I used to be more creative, but now I am a shell of my former ass hat self. If I ever had a personality, it'd be all but gone now.
College makes me happy, it really does. I enjoy work. I trudge through my academics much like a worker ant, and I enjoy my org work immensely. I work with a song in my heart and a smile on my face, and they're genuine. All the feelings I feel and portray to the world are genuine, so I don't have any of that kind of drama in my life. I am a happy person with the occasional cloudy days, but more often than not, I am happy.
I am happy, but I'm not sure if that's enough. I am at that point in my life where I am looking for joy.