i was a free man in paris

[lathriel]

gah i don't even know what i'm doing. can somebody tell me why I thought it'd be a good idea to have a beer while I'm writing this 15 page final paper for school? hmmmmmmmmmm? I'm on page 7 and i'm already losing interest. i think i wrote something goofy about having to write the paper in the body of the paper and...

um.

i'm too relaxed now. i just want to sleep....

i finished The Restaurant at the End of the Universe today. Now, on to Life, the Universe, and Everything i think. i really ought to finish this paper. my personal deadline is tomorrow night. but i'm a procrastinator-ator.

how am i ever going to get my doctorate in anthropolology (with a concentration in linguistics and culture)? all i really want to do is hike the appalachian trail. that's all. maybe write some books. they don't even have to ever get published. I'd be satisfied just knowing I've actually gone through with and completed something. i'm a procrastinator-ator and a quitter-ridder-ritter. or maybe just all talk.

i really want to do these things though. i spend a lot of time (too much) trying to make them happen. but I end up not having enough time to do them because i'm too busy trying to make them happen. does that make sense to you? because for some reason it makes sense to me.

all talk. all talk. and yet I was always so quiet in highschool.

Comments

[mermaiden.livejournal.com]

The strange part is that's exactly how I feel. I was always such a free spirit- and being tied down like this is so suffocating to me. I wonder, sometimes, if I'm doing what I should have done... or if what I'm doing in my life really wasn't meant to be...?

In other words- yeah- perfect sense~

*hugs*