Why am I trapped in this country when I could be out there with my camera and a notebook, making the most of my life?
Why am I trapped in this job, making calls to people when I have a calling of my own?
Why am I trapped by this economy where my dreams must be diluted for monetary purposes?
Why, God, why do I feel so utterly trapped.
Let me see the pyramids at Giza. The liquid streets of Venice – the Coliseum at Rome, St. Peter’s Square at Vatican City, the Parthenon at Athens, the numerous historical sites of the entire United Kingdom… The landscapes of Iceland and Norway…
Just don’t let me sit here. I tire of this life. I’ve not even left this stupid country. *sigh*
Yay for whining. I’ve been so fucking tired. I’ve got the Sims 3, but I’ve not been able to play it much. I’ve been so exhausted that I’ll get home from work and pass out without doing much else. Busy with Legends Alliance and the dorms, it’s been fun. Need to move into my apartment still. Planning Fall Rush 2009 with Holmes. Picked up Watchmen and Pushing Daisies Season 2 the other night.
But tonight I watched Planet Earth with my brother on Blu-ray, as he is inspired to get a salt-water aquarium… we mused over some clownfish, some anemone, and maybe even an octopus… (I still want a kitten… >.> And if I save up enough for the apartment deposit, I will.) But after Planet Earth… and looking at Seph’s pictures of Barcelona, Spain, I began to think how desperately I want to do EXACTLY what she’s doing.
And right now, I have nothing else to say.
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*sigh*
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