i have heaps of work to do. i’d say it’s all rather sudden, but since the class i have an exam in next week holds its lectures in a computer lab, i am hardly surprised that weeks of diverted attention equates to a weekend of cramming. that said, i’m finding little time to log my web meanderings, and even less time to update my training “progress”.
i’ve also got my mind on the move and all the stuff that needs to get done. but in the end its pretty simple: “i’m selling all my stuff and moving overseas.”
i mean, why not?
sometimes the weather in austin makes me want to stay here forever. other times it just makes me feel hot. what is it about this town, though, that sucks me in? i dare say i’ll miss it when it’s gone.
is
so.
relaxed.
but i’m not ready for all of this studying on the weekends, going to the same bars, settling down bullshit. sure there’s plenty of drinking and good times, but i can’t help but feel that there’s more out there that i’ll miss out on if i don’t make a clean break. it’s my eternal anxiety, the search for greater “meaning”, the pang that i’m missing out on life. it probably won’t ever go away cuz i can’t get no satisfaction.
but i can try.
mostly i just want to see the world, take some pretty photos, learn another language, write a bit, compute a bit, and listen to linda rondstadt.
oh yes, and become independently wealthy.
austin: you and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can’t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me
Wo-oh
You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I’ve got my doubts
You can’t see the forest for the trees
Oh don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I knock it
It’s just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
All I’m saying is I’m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So good-bye I’ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We’ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me
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