Loose Feet

Except it's not raining. I suppose it's overcast right now. A bit sunny. But not raining. So this time around, I can't blame it on the rain.

Something's gotta change. Because this just ain't right. I'm not happy, and because I'm not happy, it's not making other people happy. And before I know it, I'm gonna turn myself into the loner on the street who everyone's just too busy to take pity on.

Gotta figure it out, gotta figure it out. In times like this, I turn back to the wise words of wisdom we all came to know as little tykes. I think I can, I think I can.

Squash today, yoga tomorrow, indifference the next day. Sweet.

Skit: Two people find themselves crashing their carts in the middle of a busy grocery store downtown Reno. Burnt out actors from the 1950's, who suddenly realize they know each other from their time spent in the institution. What happens next?

I am so sick of writing papers.

I wonder when you walk down the street how many people actually look at you. And how many people just give you that once-over that makes them feel like they're doing something.

I'm sitting across from Buffy on a couch that probably a million McGill students have drooled on and I can't do my work. Why can't I do my work?

I'm not cut out to be a student. That's just it. It's harder than looks, you know. Go on, you can make fun of me. But this is really how I feel. (Really. I think.)

Lunchtime.

What do you think academics do with their life? Can you really imagine a life where all you think about is academics? (And when you're not, you're probably too drunk to think)
I don't really want that.

I'm love with the person who hates me and I hate the person who loves me. Sigh.

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