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I think I'll stay here. Maybe I'm lame and boring and too lazy to start fresh at a new school, but, I dunno, the universe seems to be coming around in my favor. I'll be studying in Scotland during the summer and I'm making plans to study abroad again in the Spring of next year. I'm Assistant Editor of one of our indie-esque Literary Magazine, and I've found that I'm really impressed with our creative writing department. I've been churing out work that's far superior to anything previously attempted. I'm getting my themes down. I think the big one is God and Religion, and then after that some sense of freedom. I've been told that my characters have a restlessness to them, and I'm not surprised. I found my journal that I kept senior year, and all I talk about is wanting to get out. I was so upset and stagnant that year, I didn't even know what to do with myself. All I could think about was movement.
I think that's why I was so obsessed with Bowie and Lennon that year. They wrote what I wanted to hear. They wrote about being trapped and letting your soul fly out of your body and all those lofty, whimsical thoughts. And both of them ran away; Bowie to Berlin and John to New York. They ran away from whatever was keeping them in, which, in their case, was fame.
I called Dema over spring break (it's like 2 dollars a minute to call people from the Virgin Islands--not looking forward to that bill) when I was pretty trashed. I sobbed and told him that I didn't want to live in a house. He knows me well. He knew what that meant. He promised me that I could live in a houseboat or a treehouse, and several other house hybrids. He said that I didn't have to stay in one place if I didn't want to. He knows how to talk to me when I'm irrational. He's the best.
I think that's why I was so obsessed with Bowie and Lennon that year. They wrote what I wanted to hear. They wrote about being trapped and letting your soul fly out of your body and all those lofty, whimsical thoughts. And both of them ran away; Bowie to Berlin and John to New York. They ran away from whatever was keeping them in, which, in their case, was fame.
I called Dema over spring break (it's like 2 dollars a minute to call people from the Virgin Islands--not looking forward to that bill) when I was pretty trashed. I sobbed and told him that I didn't want to live in a house. He knows me well. He knew what that meant. He promised me that I could live in a houseboat or a treehouse, and several other house hybrids. He said that I didn't have to stay in one place if I didn't want to. He knows how to talk to me when I'm irrational. He's the best.