It's a new day-

so much can be accomplished. I love new days where I know I can "do work, son." ; )

Lately, I've felt that I've taken my days for granted, though. Being at school, I usually have a lot to do during the week, and I seem to just survive for Friday. That can't be right.
We're supposed to make the most of our days- I want mine to be a bit more extraordinary and less...."holy crap, is it 9 pm yet?"

Freeze!

He'll shoot!

I miss

my cats.
And waking up on weekends and wearing strange things around the house and being lazy and strange.
Those were the days.

And while you're at it.

.

When my imagination is in a lack of use, I am sad.

This is where I revert back to my, "Yes, Peter Pan, I would love to fly with you to Neverland."

I want to grow up, but I don't.

Please tell me:

Where is my exit?

Yes

There are some times

I just feel like this.
To describe it in words would make it seem too tangible, too vulnerable.