i wont grow up

i wonder. these days have been going by like...it's so painstakingly..slow, maybe? they're too long for their own good. perhaps all the obligations i have to fulfill are making my daily activities seem weighted, much more so than usual. alas, i trudge on and emit an overly pensive manner, which i suppose is sometimes construed as a bit sad, and fantasize about doing other things (people? no, i don't suppose so..or, not as often as i used to..but! I digress.) I'm so eager to finish up this undergrad life yet i know i do not have definite plans for the near future. ideas, vaguely, but actions i'm seriously considering are probably nil.

i know i'm getting older. i can't be having this 17 year old mindset forever, or, you know, this late teen way of thinking. transitioning into a state of indifference might not be the optimal reaction to this realization. i think i made an ultimatum to myself, with no consequence, that i would be more decisive. it's not happening at the right rate..the onset of an incentive as a motivation.
well, that's all i'd like to discuss for the end of this month. oh man.

che cazzata

it's the end of zeee weeeek. rather pleasant, i'm surprised to say. i discovered the most intriguing information. oh the joys of finding interesting older people, specifically guys...with glasses...from the east coast....who enjoy fellini films.



*sigh*

i'm finding it crazy that things are piling up consecutively. and then getting distracted by something spontaneously coming about.
hmmmmm. yeah, what was i doing? um, ok. it's just much to do, think, and hopefully accomplish decently.

all you need is:

refer to this year.

in case you're wondering, this is the usual reading material found in (university) libraries. i don't know if it's entirely true...but from some of the experience i've had..hmmmm.

i don't think i've ever touched on this, but i think this is a good opportunity for me to bring up this concept i was recently introduced to almost two years ago. Supposedly, every girl goes through this slut stage. i've heard about these sort of things happening and i often think to myself, "hey, when is this going to happen? i need my rite of passage into sluttage." it's probably not that serious. an interesting concept occurring on the regular.

Having a Jack moment

I fear and desire this.