Lethargic Dreams; Ambitions Teens.

Well, I woke up at one o'clock.
I'm okay with that.

I'll never understand the reasons I do the things that I do, but I do them. Oh well, prophetic heart and soul, after all.

Regardless (irregardless), I've been thinking a lot overt the past few days, and I've been thinking about my future. I'm not sure what I want to do. I mean, I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure what I want to do for a career.

I want money. Badskis.

I'll never amount to anything, if I never try at something.

Amounts are always subjective anyway.

I''m listening to Why? being a completely content modern american twenty soemthing.

I'm sadly enough a twenty something. Where did my youth go?

I guess I'll just listen to innocent music, with adult themes, to try and recapture it. Fleeting feelings are those that hurt most, especially when they're someone else's feelings that fleet (like foxes).

"I sleep on my back, 'cause its good for the spine, and coffin rehearsal."

I really like paragraphs. New ones, never old.

I guess I'm going to go brush my hair, teeth, and put pants on.
Growing up is fun, growing old is hell. Especially old at heart.

"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."

I'll re-read two of my favorite novels this semester, just because I want to. I'll write them now. Catcher in the Rye, and Sirens of Titan. I won't like Catcher, I know that much, I'll love Sirens (I hope.).

I miss reading for the hell of it, I miss a lot of things.