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blah, so bored. i thought i'd bring myself here for some final late night brain activity.
i'm probably a yoga fiend now. it seems like that's all i do. i'm aware that it's not making me lose any weight, but don't care! that's the nature of my weight/eating...obsession.
denial is fun, kiddies. without denial, we'd all be too disillusioned to function. and then the world would end a lot faster. we'll just ignore the fact that it'll all be over in a few years.
so really, what's the point in going to college? i'm just going to max out a few credit cards, drive a bmw, and live in a greenwich village loft. i don't think the bmw mixes with the greenwich scene, but hey. i know how to dream.
idk, in a more serious nature...i'm going to be a english major. no more journalism. it's not like i wanted to be a journalist in any other nature besides for music, and that's a bit impractical. music journalists are freelance anyhow...under most circumstances.
i'll just be a book editor. that seems more fitting of me. then again, i'm a bit confused about who "me" is. i'm like b-flow, guys. i've got a constant identity crisis. i just freaking need something/someone to straighten me out. does anyone else think that would solve all their issues? or am i just putting all my hope into something else and ignoring a problem within?
there goes that denial thing again. well, i'm going to go write whilst listening to the boys and fleet foxes. perhaps some of my darling mr. wolf.
au revior, ciao, and ect.
i'm probably a yoga fiend now. it seems like that's all i do. i'm aware that it's not making me lose any weight, but don't care! that's the nature of my weight/eating...obsession.
denial is fun, kiddies. without denial, we'd all be too disillusioned to function. and then the world would end a lot faster. we'll just ignore the fact that it'll all be over in a few years.
so really, what's the point in going to college? i'm just going to max out a few credit cards, drive a bmw, and live in a greenwich village loft. i don't think the bmw mixes with the greenwich scene, but hey. i know how to dream.
idk, in a more serious nature...i'm going to be a english major. no more journalism. it's not like i wanted to be a journalist in any other nature besides for music, and that's a bit impractical. music journalists are freelance anyhow...under most circumstances.
i'll just be a book editor. that seems more fitting of me. then again, i'm a bit confused about who "me" is. i'm like b-flow, guys. i've got a constant identity crisis. i just freaking need something/someone to straighten me out. does anyone else think that would solve all their issues? or am i just putting all my hope into something else and ignoring a problem within?
there goes that denial thing again. well, i'm going to go write whilst listening to the boys and fleet foxes. perhaps some of my darling mr. wolf.
au revior, ciao, and ect.