What defines a life well-lived? I have been ill for a year now, but am steadily improving of late thanks to some intensive homeopathy. My lovely little anxiety disorder has been gone for a few months now, but I still sometimes feel the beginnings of it. I would still like to lose two pounds for the sake of losing them, but am still not willing to put any effort into this pursuit. I have the distinct sense that I've changed very much this past year, but I couldn't say precisely how. I've turned into one of those girls who cries at everything, for one thing. It's inexplicable.

Come February, I will turn 20. I realize that this is of no real significance, but I feel that it's coming to where I need to make some big and important decisions about the person I want to be, the kind of life I want to live and what I want to do with it. Then there's always the issue of how best to accomplish these things... and then it is very quickly very overwhelming. So far I've started cleaning.

Product Design is ever more appealing as I am ever more disgusted with Fine Arts. I'm keeping my Fine Arts major only on the grounds that I'll complete it anyway in the process of completing my Product Design major. I miss Chemistry class something awful, mostly because it makes me feel smart. Art class only ever makes me angry.

Oh well. Some things can't be helped. Here's hoping everything sorts out in the end.