Verloren

This is the first break I’ve had since 7am this morning. AH, RELIEF. I’ve been working all day, through lunch, through my usual hour break before work, up until now, roughly eleven at night. Interjection: Tom Gabel’s new solo project is really absorbing me at present.

This helter-skelter is exhausting… Not only is my life in discord, struggling in this balancing-act of pre-collegiate stress, but the lack of control over my own affairs is starting to take its toll. It’s simply nonsensical. I crave a good book—a book that isn’t presented on some skewed AP English reading list, or some genre of supplemental college reading. I want to finally crack open one of Chuck Palahniuk’s many novels, not because I quote ‘liked fight club,’ but simply because I absolutely love his quotations. And I’d like to finish Sense and Sensibility as opposed to the characteristic Pride and Prejudice, staring me blankly in the face as just another AP requirement. I’d like to reread Love is a Mix Tape; a simple, ‘au naturel’ read. Maybe one day I’ll be on a whim and want to read something of a different color, like A Thousand Splendid Suns (it was recommended to me the week before school began), or Chuck Klosterman’s Killing Yourself To Live, an allegedly interesting read.

Four Prospects and no time, no time, no time.