yeah.

I’m swirling in a little swirly whirl of discontent. I’ve reached that point that I always seem to reach in my academic pursuits: I’m restless, dissatisfied, itching for a way out. It has nothing to do with the learning aspect, for once. That’s a good thing. But, as per usual, I am feeling like a fish out of water. My classmates are all good people….it’s not them. It’s, well, just me. I miss my real life, though if pressed, I could not exactly tell you which aspects of my life I would consider to be the “real” ones. I just want freedom in my structure. I want to be able to relax. I want to be able to work. I want to have money to spend. I want to see shows. I want to have love. I want to go to restaurants and share plates. I want to meet someone intriguing in a lounge and have conversations about things people do. I want to wear heels and have somewhere to go. I want to have a lover that I can love. I want to live how I want when I want to live it.

It’s going to be another wacky month at Full Sail. And my discontent, like everything, will pass.

There’s Battlestar Gallatica propaganda programming on the t.v. and by golly, it’s working. I’m twitching for season 1.

These posts…I’m spiraled.