Really got me dancin', // dancin' in my head now baby

It's funny to me how many of the 168 hours in a Mon-Sun I spend doing all the things that I dislike instead of the things I really would enjoy doing so that I can apparently be set up in some future where I can afford the time and money to do the things I probably will be too numb to desire.

Sometimes it really gets to the point where I either melt any want of stretch myself into another direction or simply burn the candle down so far that I just wrap up in the covers and hide.

'Sleepin' is givin' in // So lift those heavy eyelids' I know I know.

It gets to the point where I don't allow myself to be immersed in a film or new music for fear that I should be plugged into the textbooks instead, and the stress of trying to focus any free energy outside of work or external/internal dramas completely into school seems to make me more creative in rationalizing any way possible to dodge the pages. It almost seems that the only set patterns I have going are for the things I don't want to do.

I really think I have mono. I have been crawling through the last few days somehow, despite actually sleeping and eating well. It's like I have a hole in me somewhere and I'm deflating.

How I enjoy watching these men+women figure skating performances at the Olympics! It is just the most amazing thing that two people can be so graceful and delicate and powerful and create something so grand. It hurts like a sliver in the heart whenever someone stumbles on one of those twirling jumps. I always end up turning the channel after the skate because I know I will get angry seeing anyone disregard what they just wondrously presented.