zephyrinths

I'm so goddamn restless and my life has been demoted to pretending and wishing I was studying for school and now all this blog will be uninspirational, miserable complaining. I sit and then when I near my parents walk closely around my door I quickly change tabs and pretending I'm doing Media homework. But in actual reality I'm reading rookiemag.com and being jealous about not having interesting things to write about. This morning I had a surge of excitement and now I want to start a blog with my friend where we'll write about stuff that isn't so melancholy. People with blogs get too famous. But the problem with writing is that no body wants to read long passages of dribble like mine. I need themes, motivation, and November 20th.