It’s 9 in the morning and I’m awake as hell. But I guess that’s what old people do, get up too early and complain about the world. I do understand I make myself sound about 60 right here, right now. I had the worst day yesterday—with reality hitting you in the face like a man’s elbow in a crowded place—It was a rude shock. Wait, a shock would be wrong because let’s face it, you saw it coming. But bad days are a state of mind, like everything else, and you get over it; better yet, you do things to get over it, and perhaps there was nothing to get over in the first place. One thing I have come to realize, that the key to getting through a bad day, or having a bad day turned good is to just fuck it, and fuck all. Or, to just spend some good, old times with good people. Basically, that is the key to life. Whichever way you like to see this, it’s up to you. But I see good things coming. I see my thesis shaping up, even if it’s probably looking like cookie dough right now. I see it—you know, the nice golden brown cookies that should be the end-product; and I refuse to be pessimistic about things like these. I refuse. It has been a wonderful 2010 so far (-knock on wood, because I am superstitious like this) and I know the days are what you make of them. I have been itching to go somewhere. And I realized it’s not so much any place (except -cough Europe) but more of a non-physical place. I want to go somewhere in my life, and perhaps going away would be the most tangible thing I can grasp. Honestly, it doesn’t have to be anywhere (except -cough Europe) in particular, it’s more like a state of life; a state of being. And I see myself getting there. The only thing getting in my way is time and myself; but I know, I know I will get there soon. With one’s ass in books, and beer in hand (one in each, mind you), we can go anywhere. And I see it coming—I see it for my friends, who have big dreams that they aren’t afraid to chase. I see it all coming together, for every one of us. And it’s not just blind optimism, it’s a belief that this can be done. Just because. Just because we were made to do big things in our lives, for ourselves and no one else. And so, I can’t believe I let myself feel the heaviness of work and school yesterday when I know for a fact that I am going to get through all of these, and I am going to get through all these good. Scratch that, I’m going to be awesome. Wait for it.
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