It's like the closer I get to doing what i want the further i get from knowing what i want to do. I feel like one of those lost people...like a nomad with no idea where they are going. I wish i could be a nomad, except i wouldn't like having hairy legs. I don't understand those people with it all figured out, sometimes i think people think i'm one of them but i'm not.
I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens and I'm wondering if it is because I'm homesick for college and oddly enough Phoebe's play list, or is it the fact I'm one of them now, one of those nomad Indie people. Maybe a combination of both. I miss college and having my friends around all the time. There are people here, but it's different.
England in a month, I don't know why i always felt like England was home, maybe it isn't, I'm just searching for a place. I'm not even that English. I guess i fit in better in the stories i make up about England than here, but that's because they are my stories, but maybe i wouldn't even fit in there.
My mom said strawberries are the best medicine when you get stressed out. I don't know if that's true. It sounds like Mary Poppins. I use to love Mary Poppins, when i was in high school i tried out for the play with supercal, and the director told me to stop and sing silent night. I think he really just wanted me to sing the silent bit, but hey i tried. I wonder if strawberries would be good medicine for the oil spill, our ocean is pretty sick. That's all I have today, write tomorrow possibly...