bag lady thoughts

le sigh, I am torn. I have an obscene amount of homework due over the course of the next two weeks and yet instead of working away at the little bits, all I want to do is go to Whyte Ave or Downtown and take an obscene amount of pictures.

See the problem is this: I have been deprived of a camera for far too long, I miss photography and yearned for it. The best part is that I have been housebound for most of the weekend so almost all of my pictures are of me posing in several manners. Pathetic indeed.

Clearly, I am in a bit of a rut in my personal life . . . this whole antisocial bit is wearing thin. Normally, I like being alone but lately I just feel lonely. It's weird that I can sometimes feel myself shinking into my thoughts, like they will overtake me and I can't communicate outside of myself. I dunno, I just have felt weird lately. Also, I'm starting to be concerned that the older I get the more painfully self-aware I will become. I'll become an introverted bag lady wallowing in the constantness of her own situation.

I think that's what has been bothering me lately, I'm worried the longer I'm in school the more confined I will be to the inner sanctum of my thoughts. That somehow outside of the world of academia, I will fail to communicate with others except those that knew me long before or those who are willing to discuss issues of development in the Third World. That, or I just need to get out of the bloody house.

Clearly, I'm just wigging out. Hallo moodiness!! All I need is a pair of black-rimmed glasses to go with my temperment and I could be emo . . . that, my brothers, sent an icy chill down my spine.