Crashing Waves.

A while ago, I had millions of thoughts rushing through my head. I was inspired to write something. Now, they’re all gone. Gone like the wind, I tell you. My mind’s blank. I guess I’ll have to thank modern day television for that.

Anyway, my almost-month-long trip starts tomorrow. I can’t say I’m not excited, but I’m not that ecstatic either. As horrible as it may sound, I want it to be over. I am already starting to miss sitting here on my bed, typing this crap with nothing but a lamp on. I seriously fell in love with this type of lifestyle. Wake up. Drink coffee. Study. Watch a movie. Cook. Drink wine. Sleep. Repeat. But, I have decided to postpone that for the next two years. I have decided to graduate in 2014. I think I will be the last one in my high school class to graduate college. It’s quite absurd, actually. I feel the need to jump into the real world as soon as I can. But no, I have to wait. Patience is a must at this point. I have to relish the exciting experience of slowly growing up. I know I am capable of adjusting well in the real world. But, I will take my sweet time in this bewildering phase called youth, thank you very much. I’d like to think that I’m destined for greatness, just like what Lucas told Peyton in the CW show One Tree Hill. So, don’t ruin for me by saying that I need to get my act together and get a job I don’t want. I will get there eventually. And when I do, I’ll make sure I’m doing what I love to do. In the end, I will be better off enjoying my youth as it is. Slowly climbing the ladder of life.

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