Feb 01, 2007 20:57
So, right at this moment I am unmotivated, tired, drained and sick of what I thought was my raison d'etre. And I don't know WHAT on earth I will do once I get that all important diploma. Maybe I'm just sick of winter...?
How presumptuous to call oneself an artist- would that my flaw ridden psyche was simply a vehicle for music instead of serving its own mundane, materialistic desires. I don't think artists sleep ten hours a day and play solitaire on their fucking laptops. Gah... jfdklsjfdskljfslkdjdkjbhkbkds;jfkdlsfjhioewarueiwkcnxkm nm;mufewilrfuca
That's it. I'm going out to a Lincoln Park wine bar with Jeff. I'm *such* a free spirit.....