i feel so oddly like a procrastinating person lately. i don’t understand how it takes me more than a week to get through the chapter on the cold war, i don’t understand how it takes me an entire day to do a simple spanish assignment—it’s like i’m stuck in some odd time consuming bubble that envelopes me and stifles any spark of productivity.
not to mention that it’s 10:28 and i should be sleeping or at least continuing that homework.
well, at least i’m enjoying myself. i mean, i had a shitload of fun lying in the sunshine reading and doing cartwheels, and generally making a fool of myself. it’s just that… it’s not really the time for that yet. but there’s nothing i hunger for more than a nice quiet day of not having to do anything. not a day of shirking homework or practicing, but honestly, a day where i have absolutely NOTHING to get done.
oh, and i’ve fallen in love with explosions in the sky. as a warning, they are not to be listened to on crummy earphones on a crummy bus—this was my first experience with them and it didn’t make the greatest first impression—you need a lovely, blasting sound system and a quiet breezy house and you will be absolutely transfixed.
and, what else is new in my life. well, my best friend had her first kiss and possibly boyfriend! and i am absolutely so happy for her! kinda living vicariously if you will. it’s so odd to see people you’ve known your entire life grow up.
PS this hasn’t been very entertaining and i apologize, i’m pretty much half asleep so just receive it with an open mind and realize that these are my brink-of-dreamland cogitations and therefore won’t be particularly coherent or enlightening.