So everyone thinks that I went home to relax and take the weekend off from school. Well, I did take off from school, both literally and figuratively, but it wasn't exactly relaxing, since I feel like I've been writing for two days straight. This is why writing is not the profession for me - it seems the more I write, the less and less inspired I am to do it. I just figured I'd pop in here to prove that I'm not insane after all - it seems that the last entry gave me a pretty good essay that I'm finally going to keep instead of rip to shreds. I like not being aware of how ridiculously far behind I am in my homework, having not done any for the past three day with a big week coming up, because I feel better just knowing that I've made headway on my priorities. I also got some really good old music from my parents this morning, so that also puts me in a good mood.
Not much to report otherwise - I was once again reminded of how home is always here, but will never be a place for me to live anymore because it's most of my past. Just having it here lets me be somewhere else, because there's always something to come home to. I wonder how my parents can stay in this one place for so long, but maybe one day I'll understand it. I do hope that one day I'll be as content to sit still as they are, but can't see myself doing it any time soon. I've got a lot of learning to do until then - maybe I have to learn to move as fast as possible before I can appreciate slowing down and living a quiet life. One thing's for sure - just seeing them so content where they are gives me a lot to look forward to.
Off to drive (!!) back to school, maybe a little less schizophrenic for the time being now that I've remembered how it all ties together...
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