The first entry of the new year.
So much has happened since the advent of this journal, much less the last entry. I wish in more of a mood to write something deep, something interesting, but I find myself sitting here numbed by my beaming desk lamp, the tick of my clock reminding me that every minute ticks closer to the next day of shit I'll have to conquer with my head up. I remember as a child, doing the most minute things would prove and exciting adventure, it seems the older I am getting the less i look forward to well.. living. School is tedious, repetitive and honestly boring. I know i need a degree to get where i want to go, but im bored shitless. I feel like I'm wasting my youth sitting in over sized lecture halls, doing mindless busy work (still!). I don't feel stimulated. I want to live, explore, learn in the real world. Sure, I know I'll get there eventually, but I feel like I'm living my life for other people and not the way I want to live it myself. I can't wait to get out of here. I want to thorw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in my sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.