When I was little I ate food on my plate one thing at a time. My mashed potatoes couldn't mix with anything else. I read one book at a time, drew one picture at a time, and obsessed over one dream at a time. But as I got a little older things began to change. Soon corn was mixing into my potatoes and dreams expanded and over lapped. Now, today, potatoes mix with everything on my plate and I like it. I have an entire shelve dedicated to books that I haven't read yet, and my dreams scare the crap out of me. (The past two nights I have had really fucked dreams about zombies eating my family and coming after me, and just strange bizarre occurrences gravitating around the subject matter of my chest...)

I'm turning 24 (the highest number!) on the 26th of this month. In a week I'll be one year older and in 6 months I'll be a college graduate. Though I am not one for goals I think maybe I'd like to put more focus into my lifestyle. It's just that it so hard, especially while I'm in school. There's always two sides to the blade for me. On one hand being in school keeps me active and exposes me to so much that I might not see on my own, reading and anything else. On the other I never seem to have enough time to invest on things I'd like to do, to read, projects I'd like to take on. I'd like to think that in 6 months my life will change drastically and everything will all come together and tie up with a pretty red bow but I'm not that jaded. But someday... someday I look forward to a wiser, toned down version of me.

Ugh. As usual I'm not very happy with how I'm explaining myself (which should explain the lack of posting lately) but I'll share this anyhow. There's always a rewrite...