There's a lot going on that I could write about.

• I'm working 32 hours a week. That warrants plenty of stories. Oh, the stories at World Vision. Here's a good one: Playboy gave a matching gift to World Vision. Yes you read it right...THE Playboy magazine. How ironic.
• I'm taking 3 classes. There are plenty of insights I could share. Or I could expand on my lack of insight.
• I'm in Chicago, the nation's 3rd largest city. There is plenty to talk about.
• Then there's the topic of friends...or family...or roommates...or how I have mixed feelings about going back to Cornerstone.
• Or there's God. God is always a good topic. Especially when it's something controversial like "we shouldn't go to war" or "we should really give away all of our clothes".

The problem is, no matter how many times I go to post something, the words don't come out right. They don't seem inspiring enough or entertaining enough. My posts don't get comments and it makes me wonder why I write. Why do I bare my soul for the world to see? In hopes that my friends will know something about me even though we don't actually talk this semester? Or is it just a pride thing where I want people to comment on ME and MY life?

I think in the end it's nice to be validated and heard. Maybe I'll be done blogging for a bit since the people who want to know will ask...Besides, does the general public really need to know these things?