This week I woke up sucking a
lemon and probably for the first time this whole semester, I felt good. I felt on track and accomplished (that is, I finished my Italian paper and did pretty good with it, making progress on my research paper, doing well in guitar, and having a little time to myself to think).
Now, there is a problem with school, I never have time to think. If I don't have time to think, I have no time to find inspiration and then, my lyrics, my stories, my creative impulses, my concepts suffer.
I want a whole new scenario...I want to slow down just so I can speed back up to twice as fast as I am going now and that is the point of spending a year in kentucky.