Here comes the sun, do do do do
Things are better. The weather is better. I will soon have visitors. My roommate and I are getting along just swimmingly. She is gone for the weekend, so I am on her computer. She is sort of a computer nazi most of the time. But she is really a great person--whatever that means today.
My mind is more confused than usual today. One moment I feel like going to school forever, then I want to bury myself to death just to get away from the obligations. And I don't know where to live this fall. I am still between Vancouver, Montreal and Penticton. I really don't know. I need to think about this. But not now! That's the last thing I should be thinking about. I will never think about it.
I am learning to respect democracy. And cheese. And sunshine. And early to mid 90s rock music. Guilty pleasures. I reject the guilt.
My mom arrives on Sunday at 8:15 am, so I will have to get up early to get out to the airport and hopefully get there on time. Not like last time when I missed my plane. I am such an asshole.
I really want to be with my real friends now, which makes it hard for me to want to be friends with these temporary people here. All I see are boring, selfish wastes of time. Of course, look at the conflicted prism through which I look. That last sentence was too much, even for me.
That means it's time to go.
My mind is more confused than usual today. One moment I feel like going to school forever, then I want to bury myself to death just to get away from the obligations. And I don't know where to live this fall. I am still between Vancouver, Montreal and Penticton. I really don't know. I need to think about this. But not now! That's the last thing I should be thinking about. I will never think about it.
I am learning to respect democracy. And cheese. And sunshine. And early to mid 90s rock music. Guilty pleasures. I reject the guilt.
My mom arrives on Sunday at 8:15 am, so I will have to get up early to get out to the airport and hopefully get there on time. Not like last time when I missed my plane. I am such an asshole.
I really want to be with my real friends now, which makes it hard for me to want to be friends with these temporary people here. All I see are boring, selfish wastes of time. Of course, look at the conflicted prism through which I look. That last sentence was too much, even for me.
That means it's time to go.