the end of chapter 2
i think i've forgotten how to write anything non-academia. except it's not something you can forget, because it's not something that comes from your brain. i guess my fingertips forgot. maybe because i don't have my piano to exercise them... or maybe because i'm a lazy arse. ironically, i'm not even. i get'r done. my days are the happiest when i barely have time to catch my breath - those days make me feel alive. yet somehow, there's still not enough hours in the day even to do laundry and i still have no clean socks... shit. what is it that used to inspire me? i was a sprinter - won the 100m dash every year. and i was a soloist - nervous as shit but still front row centre.
i want to dust off my flute and my golden capo. possibly buy a ticket to the great barrier reef.
it's scientifically proven that you can survive on 15 minute naps every 3 hours forever. but only if you're on cocaine. and if you miss a nap, or sleep for 20 minutes, your whole life is thrown into whack. i guess i'll just have to plan out my time better then.
Tuesday
7:30 Wake Up
8:00 Actually wake up
8:30 Wash socks
9:25 Large double-double coffee please
9:30 First Nations class
10:30 Biogeography class
12:30 Liberry / Lunch
2:30 New Testament class (yaawn)
4:30 Go buy lightbulbs and spandex
7:30 Make delicious ribs for dinner
8:00 Play guitar
9:30 Go to gym
11:00 Radio show
12:30 Homework? Sleep?
And where's the time found to write a book, sing, take photographs, or find strawberry fields? It's all about taking advantage of the pockets. The pockets of time. When you're waiting for the bus. When you're wasting time trying to decide where to go next.
I'm really proud of you for getting up on stage that one time, and then still running your morning 10k.
And I'm going to catch up now. Each day a little faster until everything is a blur. I Promise.
Maybe I think If Why But Later Ummmmmmmm i miss facebook
I'll race ya? Hopefully it'll be a tie.
i want to dust off my flute and my golden capo. possibly buy a ticket to the great barrier reef.
it's scientifically proven that you can survive on 15 minute naps every 3 hours forever. but only if you're on cocaine. and if you miss a nap, or sleep for 20 minutes, your whole life is thrown into whack. i guess i'll just have to plan out my time better then.
Tuesday
7:30 Wake Up
8:00 Actually wake up
8:30 Wash socks
9:25 Large double-double coffee please
9:30 First Nations class
10:30 Biogeography class
12:30 Liberry / Lunch
2:30 New Testament class (yaawn)
4:30 Go buy lightbulbs and spandex
7:30 Make delicious ribs for dinner
8:00 Play guitar
9:30 Go to gym
11:00 Radio show
12:30 Homework? Sleep?
And where's the time found to write a book, sing, take photographs, or find strawberry fields? It's all about taking advantage of the pockets. The pockets of time. When you're waiting for the bus. When you're wasting time trying to decide where to go next.
I'm really proud of you for getting up on stage that one time, and then still running your morning 10k.
And I'm going to catch up now. Each day a little faster until everything is a blur. I Promise.
Maybe I think If Why But Later Ummmmmmmm i miss facebook
I'll race ya? Hopefully it'll be a tie.