i'm currently on vaca visiting my mom in Texas. Sunday i fly up to Cleveland to see my grandparents. i moved in a week ago but didn't have much time to unpack or anything because of my visit. whatevs. i just want to go home, and do things, and also never become like 99% of humanity.
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.
--from my favorite movie, wristcutters: a love story.
i don't want to sit at a desk all day, or be tired to do the things i love. i want to continue to learn and i don't want any part of the rat race. i don't want to grow apathetic and uncaring. i want to have lots of friends. i don't want to move to the suburbs. i do want to live the life i want without people questioning my motives, or my sanity, or my prudence. why can't i do what i want.
life isn't a dress rehearsal.


