Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
I've been in this position before and I've pulled through. The scenario is this; my desk is cluttered with symbols all begging for more time of my life. I'll start with this books. Currently there is a travel book on my desk with the title "Europe on a shoestring". Yes, I'm going to Europe this summer. This week has been a bit confusing thinking about all the different options, luckily so far it has mainly been my girlfriend briefing me about her rigorous investigation regarding time tables, and maps, and countries and trains and planes. I haven't opened up the lonely planet enough but need to make more time. Other books include an introductory Psych text (I'm trying to brush up before I go back to school) and a book on exercise (which has been seriously lacking lately and I can't wait till the summer when I can get out for some runs-- it's hard to fit the gym into my schedule. Right now I also have a number of CD's of new music Katy gave me. I'm slowly trying to digest it and develop a familiarity with the different artists. A lot of them will be playing at Bonnaroo (a concert in the states headlining Dave Matthews and Jack) which takes place this summer. Other symbols include a notebook half filled with wild scrawls. I don't feel like I've been expressing myself very creatively lately. My soul feels the weight of time due to the next symbol; my apron. Right now it's filled with the spoils of another days battle. I hate selling off my life the way I do. I swore to myself before that I wouldn't live in the future. I wouldn't put my better days ahead of myself. This obviously isn't to state that I'm not enjoying myself right now, it's just a matter of fact that my soul will have more room to breath when I'm enjoying Dave sing this summer, when I'm writing poetry in Italy, and when I'm moved out on my own and getting back into school. It's been too long and my mind is becoming warped, I feel more like a robot each day. I wish the day was longer. I wish I slept less. I can't wait till summer.
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