unlearn me

23. georgia.

yes: random conversations with strangers. candid black and white photographs. movies. literature. fidgeting. independence. quotes. traveling. macbook pro. pockets.

no: gangly boys. inconsideration. PCs. snakes. dirty nails. rude people. cooked spinach. broken promises. flaky friends. migraines. pants that are too short.

How can you write when you’re not inspired?

I mean, seriously, it’s hard to write something that you feel proud of, when you’re not inspired by the topic. I could care less about what I’m writing about. Therefore, I am apathetic to actually finishing the damn thing….This: is not good. It is due tomorrow, and not only do I have to finish the paper, I then have to edit it for errors and good judgment and print like…..a gazillion copies to give to my classmates, so that they can tear it apart.

Valentine’s Day was my last day of smoking. It was sort of a present to myself. I wanted a cigarette very much when I was driving home tonight. Smoking gives me something to do on those long drives, more-so than it gives me cravings and such.

I would like a puppy. A small warm, round stomached, fluffy puppy to sit beside me as I write, albeit, uninspired, and lick my fingers and sniff my face. A little puppy. that is all one really needs to feel completely loved.

Meanwhile, I am very tired. I have been awake since 8:45 this morning and had: Ballet (1 hour), World Literature (1 hour), Spanish (1.5 hours[Spanish is usually 3 hours]) and work (6.5 hours), then I came home, watched a movie, ate some toast with Nutella and now am procrastinating this dumb paper again.

The thing is, I don’t know how I’m supposed to write it. Is it supposed to be a research based paper based on my immersion? Or was I supposed to go do something and write about my experience. I’m doing the latter. I feel like Jessica’s and my interactions were more interesting than the actual tours. Bah, enough of this. Back to the paper…or maybe on to my pillow.