I sit here feeling healthy and young at the moment, but I have extremely annoying carnival music running rampant through my brain. I have no idea why. Then, when I grace it with my attention, I start seeing visions of a juggling clown trying to dance with the absurdly fast rhythm of the music. And I hate carnivals. It reminds me of throwing up, and I’m not sure why on that one either.
Ah, my mind confuses me.
I want to read stuff to people, sing stuff to people, share all that crap and creative juice that sloshes around inside me all day and all night, because I’m getting a little tired of keeping it all to myself. There’s only so much of yourself you can maintain interest in at a time before you start wanting others to take some of it.
Deadlines have been stressing me out. I’m infatuated again, and it sucks. Because it inhibits me from concentrating on the important said deadlines, and I keep living with the mindset that says, “Oh, what? The paper is due tomorrow? Well, that doesn’t really matter because she talked to me today, for like 15 minutes and it was heavenly, and my time would be better spent writing poetry about her. School is only temporary.