go ahead and talk to me. i'm far, far away.

ohmygosh i didn't even blog yesterday.
like, that's how bad it was.
geez. i have been back at school for two days and it feels like a month already. i have SO much to do. driving home from durand last night (which was a blast!), i started to get so depressed about life. driving down the curvy, luminescent-purply moonlit highway, listening to my trippy jams mix (duncan sheik, "stop this train" by john mayer, ingrid michaelson) just life in general. like who's GRAND idea was it that people should have to work for a living?

i understand that it's important to be productive and everything. and i guess i just represent the minority. most people probably enjoy (to some extent), waking up in the morning and having a purpose in life. a purpose that earns them (hopefully a lot of) money. and i'm not saying i disagree with that. i think its important to be productive and use your talents to earn a living. but what the hell is with the 40+ hours? i mean, that literally leaves you with nothing. and what you are left with just gets spent sleeping or taking care of your human needs. sleeping until the latest possible second, which means shampoo+conditioner in 1 (booo), ponytails, food-on-the-go (i about gagged when i opened up the ol' familiar ziplock baggie of frosted mini wheats), chipped off nailpolish. i was thinking of all of the beautiful moments in my life: painting on the back porch with music playing, riding bikes, snowy days at home with a movie, sleeping when you are tired and waking up when you are done sleeping, leisurely showering and dressing, home-cooked (and eaten) breakfasts.

"why do we ground ourselves when we know that we can fly?" - just jinger.

god that quote will NEVER stop meaning everything to me. this south african band that i listened to a hundred years ago made me stop in my tracks and think about every weekend trip or vacation or summer night spent being carefree and enjoying life. i still wonder why it is human nature to work so much. does anyone love working more than playing? so much so that this society is still being run by the work-force? like, if president obama took a national poll, don't you think that pretty much everyone would choose to not work if we didn't have to worry about money anymore? i wish the money-starved, workaholic maniacs would just work all day and leave the rest of us the hell alone. NONE of my students want to be at school, so why should i want to? if someone wants to keep on beating that dead horse day after day, then by all means. but please don't force the rest of us.

i want a utopia. like that movie, the beach. except it doesn't really have a happy ending (thus proving that utopia doesn't exist), but still. we're talking basic premise here. that somewhere on this earth is a place i can escape to and never work again. i just want to lay around on a beach or in the mountains and listen to music, drink tea, be artistic, be in love.

this is not a good mindset to have at age 25.
and it sucks so much. everyone i know is all excited about entering the work force and becoming a young professional.
yeah f that.
i'm ready to retire.

149 days until summer break. that's if we don't have anymore snow days. but i need at least one more before then.