Lately I've been thinking about what college I want to finish my BA at, and all of those important types of decisions. If I'm gonna be majoring in psychology, I might as well kill myself and go all the way to masters, and possibly specialize in neuro. Maybe minor in photography. I've already done the philosophy and anthropology classes, not to mention all the books. That can be self taught.. But it's hitting me lately - the responsibility and how substantial this time of my life is. That, and I'm really going to be on my own in no time, and what then? I don't like to think of my future, or to make plans, but college is forcing it. Of course, everyone is most likely going to disappear, but we all knew it was coming. But the one thing I hate about south Florida.. no one really shares my interests. I can't have conversations about movies, music, photography, and art related stuff. That sound pretentious as hell, but I do hope that won't be the case, wherever I decide to move.
I've been really into Facing New York's newer cd tonight, so I read that hiatus letter on the top of their page and thought of when Jeanne and I met the drummer. Musicians are real people. I hope he finds what he's looking for in life. Oh, Bowerbirds too. They got me in the mood to write this anyway, so go.
One last thought: I had a breakthrough last night. How could I let this happen? No matter how much I will try to detach and restrict myself, I know the seeds have been planted. This tree's been rooted a long time ago; the question is not whether it will live or die, but rather how fast it will grow.
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