| Current mood: |  apathetic |
| Current music: | ani difranco |
And I like to take up space just because I can.
Jurell and I are sitting sprawled out in Starbucks on our computers. He's doing homework, I'm relating my every moment to song lyrics. My coat and purse are all spread out, my legs resting on one of those big circular block coffee table things [I'm so articulate, I know]. I can't exactly tell you why this moment is significant for me, other than to say its related to something that was discussed in one of my Women's Studies classes and the oppression of women. Ani sums it up for me anyway with that one line.
I can't wait for Summer.
I'm not very good at this writing thing anymore. My attention span is too short now. I don't even know if I have any real talent in writing anyway. This self-doubt thing sucks even more. Why is it some people know exactly what they want to do and they're able to do it without any major issues... then there's slackers like me who aren't able to figure out what they want and then when they do, every possible obstacle gets in the way? Days like this, I just want to give up.
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