Not only did I learn Talking Heads' First Week, Last Week...Carefree on guitar, but I finished my first week (and more) at OSU. Boy am I ever jacked.
Have you ever had a first week that meant everything to your existence and continual participation with society? We're talking big change.
I think I did, I still am. My summer was in limbo and I'm here now for something new. In a lot of respects, I'm looking to leave my past at CCAD, to discard what I don't want and hold onto whatever is still dear to me. Needless to say, I'm a bit unbalanced at the moment, which doesn't help with all the free time I have here. I'm pushing for a transformation, but all the pieces haven't arrived yet.
What's stopping you from picking up and leaving everything you have behind to feel alive again?
For me, lots of things. But this idea has been on my mind more and more. I need an extended vacation. I need a prolonged moment where I can organize my thoughts and priorities instead of dealing with them all at once. There's plenty slipping through the cracks, however, I'm becoming more tunnel visioned in the process. A good thing? Depends if you think tunnels are sweet. Maybe it would've happened if I instinctly went before my first week.
If you're happy with your life then move on and go!...Unless of course you're bullshitn'.
Isn't it Sunday? Then where in hell is the Sunday paper, bitches!?
Found these hippies the other day...
