(no subject)
So, I'm finally beginning to feel as though I should get out more.
I don't mean go pubbing/clubbing/gigging or whatever. I mean out of the country.
So many of my mates have been off to awesome places recently, doing some great shit. Oz, South Africs (which I love, and when I heard about this kinda put me right back in the mood...), Sri Lanka... And so on.
I went to New York last year for a week, and hopefully going to San Fran in Sept, again for about a week. And then after that? Work. Learning about my subject for, probably, the next four years of my life.
So I'm trapped. Trapped in this cotton sac until I'm 27... so delicate I could break out of it and fuck up my life, but still keeping me away from what one could really call life. 27!! I'm gonna be old. I'll be ready to pick up the walking stick before I've seen the world. Everyone else will have had their fill...
Shit.
I don't mean go pubbing/clubbing/gigging or whatever. I mean out of the country.
So many of my mates have been off to awesome places recently, doing some great shit. Oz, South Africs (which I love, and when I heard about this kinda put me right back in the mood...), Sri Lanka... And so on.
I went to New York last year for a week, and hopefully going to San Fran in Sept, again for about a week. And then after that? Work. Learning about my subject for, probably, the next four years of my life.
So I'm trapped. Trapped in this cotton sac until I'm 27... so delicate I could break out of it and fuck up my life, but still keeping me away from what one could really call life. 27!! I'm gonna be old. I'll be ready to pick up the walking stick before I've seen the world. Everyone else will have had their fill...
Shit.