I like to write. And I know I don't do so enough. I figured make a blog! That's what all the cool kids are doing, right?

My summer vacation just started and as always the time in my day seems endlessly stretched out before me. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, not at all. --Something you (who are you?) should know about me, is that I don't get bored. Not out of school anyway. I don't see how one could get bored. There are endless possibilties to entertain us! Pick up a book! A guitar! Open your mouth! Or you could continue to sit at your computer and read random bloggers. Hopefully I'm not boring you? Parent-like-rant over now.

As I was saying, although now there are an increased amount of hours in the day to just hang out, with myself, I feel like time is slipping away from me. It slips through my fingers as I try to make it stay with me. I usually am the one rushing forward to 'the next thing' and time is trying to keep up with me. But now I'm seeing that there is less and less point in trying to beat all else to 'the next thing'. Can't we all just stay here? Relax with our thoughts? Oh, wait. It's idle thoughts that everyone runs from. The artists are the only people brave enough to wallow in what they allow there their minds to create. And again, artists are the most haunted brand of people.

So that got progressively darker as I kept writing. But I'll leave with that. It's time to function with the rest of the world and not stare at my computer screen. And eat food. I forgot a couple meals today...