I'm entering that restless stage again (occur seasonally), where I'm anxious to detach myself from my current environment/surrounding/friends/etc., and explore a whole new dimension of something else.
Just... something. Different. Variety. New. Everything is a repetition, and I cannot escape it. Everytime I believe I liberate myself, I will find the exact same outside force that entraps me. My friends, my peers, the people I talk to, no matter how time treats them, they're always in character. They always put off things. Or say "Maybe tomorrow/whenever" and let a good opportunity roll by.
Instead of saying "I want to do this, do that,"
they should just say "I will."
We waste minutes everyday thinking about how much time a task will consume rather than the task itself. And we never do anything, and we bitch at ourselves on livejournal. Sure I'm guilty of it too (not the livejournal part), but I really need a friend who's willing to explore things with me, and not be stuck in a rut like everybody else. I used to have one until she's gone for several months now. When I have an idea, I want someone to persue things with me, and go through all the process, and realize that it was nothing of the grand result, but the things we went through. And how awesome it was.
I LOVE!!^
Then:
useless to me
these are colors and they're a
different story
________
a very sharp mind
sometimes rare, rare among
the people so young
________
That's what Mr. Backstrom said to me during my driver's ed days. WHOO.