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I know everybody says this, but procrastination is really getting to be a serious issue with me. I didn't used to be like this! Even if it's not on the computer, I'll pick up a book absent-mindedly and then hours later -- whoops. I should be writing. I should be studying for my Spanish oral (AP Spanish is so hard, dammit!). I should be finishing my letter to S., because I miss him and I haven't written him for a while. I should be painting.
But here I am, complaining on LJ instead. Ah, me. I think I need to stop writing on the computer and go back to longhand, because here I'll go to look up a word on answers.com and the next thing I know I'm immersed in Wikipedia or something. Then an email pops up, then someone IMs me, and everything needs to be dealt with stat, or so it seems. I should be taking things slower.
I'm going to start running again, I think. I have a love/hate relationship with running, but autumn in New England...there's really no better time to be out in the air creating yourself. In anticipation of the release of "Aerial" (Kate Bush's first album in 12 years! I love that woman), I started listening to "The Kick Inside" and "Hounds of Love" again on repeat, and now "Aerial" is out but I'm re-addicted to "Hounds." Which was, in fact, what inspired me to get back into running...so many of those songs, especially the early ones, make me want to fly out a window or dive into the ocean or just go somewhere fast and far.
I need to go on a road trip. To NYC to visit S. at Columbia and worship at the altar of the MoMA and see the sidewalks sparkle -- then to Chicago, where I will listen to "Illinois" ten times in a row and yell something to the Great Lakes -- then to the House on the Rock, because I am above all a Neil-lover and what's good enough for Shadow is good enough for me -- then to San Francisco to visit Steve (my internet friend who works at Wired, I love him) and Grace Cathedral and the City Lights Bookstore -- then down down down to LA to visit Oki who needs a hug -- then home. That's what I need to do. Call me romantic or call me delusional but I have a feeling Things Would Happen if only I could get out of this stifling, stifling suburb.
In the meantime, I should be studying.
But here I am, complaining on LJ instead. Ah, me. I think I need to stop writing on the computer and go back to longhand, because here I'll go to look up a word on answers.com and the next thing I know I'm immersed in Wikipedia or something. Then an email pops up, then someone IMs me, and everything needs to be dealt with stat, or so it seems. I should be taking things slower.
I'm going to start running again, I think. I have a love/hate relationship with running, but autumn in New England...there's really no better time to be out in the air creating yourself. In anticipation of the release of "Aerial" (Kate Bush's first album in 12 years! I love that woman), I started listening to "The Kick Inside" and "Hounds of Love" again on repeat, and now "Aerial" is out but I'm re-addicted to "Hounds." Which was, in fact, what inspired me to get back into running...so many of those songs, especially the early ones, make me want to fly out a window or dive into the ocean or just go somewhere fast and far.
I need to go on a road trip. To NYC to visit S. at Columbia and worship at the altar of the MoMA and see the sidewalks sparkle -- then to Chicago, where I will listen to "Illinois" ten times in a row and yell something to the Great Lakes -- then to the House on the Rock, because I am above all a Neil-lover and what's good enough for Shadow is good enough for me -- then to San Francisco to visit Steve (my internet friend who works at Wired, I love him) and Grace Cathedral and the City Lights Bookstore -- then down down down to LA to visit Oki who needs a hug -- then home. That's what I need to do. Call me romantic or call me delusional but I have a feeling Things Would Happen if only I could get out of this stifling, stifling suburb.
In the meantime, I should be studying.