Subject: one-track mind

Mood: lazy
Music: "The Zephyr Song" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Didn't really have anything important to say; I just felt like writing. I'll write about practically anything if I feel like it, and nothing at all. See, there I go again.

I've been spending most of my vacation doing my stupid school work. I did a bunch of it today, like a case presentation and reflection paper for tonight, and an assignment that was due yesterday. I'm getting really sloppy with keeping up with my work, and I don't find myself caring about it all too much. Oh well.

I've been reading more fanfic though. That's what I was doing in the wee hours this morning. I was rereading some of my favourite NASCAR fics, and finding that those authors still aren't finishing those pieces. FINISH THEM ALREADY!!! MAN!!! I keep thinking about those stories. You always dwell on the good ones, or at least the more exciting ones.

Craving adventure and action, but too afraid to live it. That's what makes a writer. It's also what makes someone pathetic. I don't care though.

I wish I could go on a road trip this week and just disappear, or write something really important. Looks like neither one of those options are coming true for me this week. Not like I'm making it come true.

- dearjoan

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