Hello world. What were you up to today? I have been sitting, sitting in the dark and the cold, waiting for inspiration to hit my keyboard. Intel STS deadline is tomorrow. And I still have 5 essays to go.
I like to sing. The strong feeling of sounds filling up an empty house. It distracts me from the weight of time on my shoulders. Sitting outside and singing sounds very appetizing right now.
The mail came early. Senior picture order forms and college scholarships and magazines. Still no ticket to freedom.
Apathy strikes at bad times. Like now, when I should be writing 1,500 words worth of essays. Christmas list: an inspiration pressure-cooker. The higher the pressure, the greater the inspiration.
What happens after all this is over? What happens now?
Disconnection is a funny feeling. Like your legs have fallen asleep but you're still walking. Someday the feeling will come back, you think, but then everything gets a little bit darker, a little bit drowsier. Touch the dreams but remember to hold back because there's still stuff to do and clouds before the sun and sun before the sky.
I forget words.
Song of the Day:
Rockhopper - "Ask the dust"
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