Nov 10, 2007 21:48
nine:fourtyeight:pm
i pretend that procrastination is an art form rather than a problem. the irony is that i'm putting off a paper so that i can scroll on this online forum. of course, i justify it all in my mind by saying that i've got it all planned out, everything's organized, etc. whether or not it holds true or through will be determined by an english professor i've never met...and doubt i ever will, but that's not the point. the point is that i become so distracted by everything that i can't stay on focus, isn't it?
the hopelessly romantic who's romantically hopeless has let his love life stretch into his love of life. drastic to call it all hopeless...it's not. the usual teenage angst still survives well past the teen years, but those that surround influence the habits. the lesser of two evils is the one that keeps money in my pocket rather than stealing it from. we can't run away from our past, but we can avoid it until the mind wanders onto a trigger. day-to-day habit was stupid until...? smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, and speak existentially.
he's shook. 'cause there ain't no such thing as halfway there...
ten:twelve:pm