and suddenly all I want to do is drop everything I’m doing in life and be a singer. dancer. actress. all. something that will let me feel as if I’m expressing something directly instead of attempting to stuff my thoughts into words and stuff my words into a tedious, tedious bureaucratic bullshittastic college-system-formulaic way to toss my life into some semblance of order.
Then my mind clears, and I post this, and go on with my paper-writing. Ideally.

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April 28, 2008 at 1:08 am
alice
I get those moments way too often. Except, instead of singer/dancer/actress it’s more like… bum. Haha.
Keep going!