Ah the "web". It really is a web. I miss being a so called kid. I think that was when I had time to do stupid things like spend hours wrapping myself up in the random writings of others. It's only the last couple of years that work and life have been as demanding. I think that particularly this year has been a killer. Am I just being nostalgic? Did I perhaps taunt myself last semster with my light load and artsy study subjects? I do love to "dick around" and do "nothing". Music, Drama, Excitement! Ah, the teenaged years. Perhaps I loved it because I was rarely the center of the drama and excitement and rather had the opportunity to watch and play the part I desired. Do we really grow up? Or perhaps does life pass in waves? I think that the latter is likely true. Our concentration cycles from work and study to "love and rockets". (Once that popped into my head I couldn't think of another analogy.)
I think I'm supposed to be cycling into another "love and rockets" period. I have the distinct urge to do something random for summer work, the distinct urge take off across the country, and the more superficial and silly urge to put my damn earings back in. I miss them. *Bitch slaP* I don't think my ears are up for going back to normal if I do that again. I'm torn. As of yet I am unemployed. A little bird tells me that although I am trying to try and get a "real" job my little urges are picking at my abilities.