Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I'm expectant. Expecting this year to be better than the last. Freedom does not equal success or happiness. It is merely the key, you have to walk through the door, or whatever movie-said book-stolen wisdom-inspired turn of phrase that is. I look back at the last year and I see a failed attempt. I had it all, and I squandered it. This year, it will be different. Last year was different, but it wasn't good enough. I suppose it never will be, you should always strive for perfection even though perfection is both unattainable and undesirable, it is the path that matters.

The next year looks exciting. My thesis, school, World of Quest's End, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Responsible Consumption Week, and maybe even my book. Save my intensity for these things, and everything let it be. Chill, relaxed, almost unconcerned. Let the rest of my life be good but let it not matter. Should things go south, shrug it off, move on. Remember the things that matter. Love gets to take a back seat until I can deal functionally with it. Maybe in the back seat is where it will stay, because it being there seems to make me happy.

Written On: Laptop
Currently Listening: Tool - Lateralus (on CD, I'll put it up on MP3 when I get home, until then d/l the Postal Service album if you haven't already. I've put it up twice and still not everyone has grabbed it. I promise, it is really really good.)
Currently Eating: Just threw in the potatoes for family din. I'm at my parents place, all alone, starting to make dinner. Weird.