The ending of my last summer as a teenager stretches slowly onward and I am becoming more and more anxious.
Not anxious. Excited. The connotation of anxious has too much fear. I'm not afraid. I'm trying not to be afraid.
I can't wait for the next four years of my life. I can't wait to live in a big city, take interesting classes, meet new people, study abroad, travel, work, write.
The ending of my last summer as a teenager stretches slowly onward and all I'm doing now is watching National Treasure with my sister and dogs. This car smells weird.
"This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can you do?
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?" -MGMT
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