Limbo

I’m on my seventh day into Spring Break and everyone and their mother is in New York right now. I don’t get to go to go because I don’t have a VISA to the states. I think a trip down to the city that never sleeps would have given me exactly what I needed right now to shake away this bizarre lull that’s hanging over my head.

Every day, I attempt to bucke down and tell myself that I’m definitely going to be finishing all the assignments, papers, and projects that my lovely professors gave me to hand in right as we get back to school next week. But alas, the powers of procrastination should never be underestimated. (Especially when the thought that there’s more than 60 hours left until school starts creeps its way as an opposing argument to actually doing work.)

Not helping matters whatsoever, I will in fact be graduating soon. Yipee. After four and a half years here at Concordia, I have a few concrete ideas (key word being ‘few’) on where I want to be ‘when I grow up’. You never really relate to people in this situation until you realize that you’ve pushed away this discussion with yourself to the last, final semester you have.

I guess I should just have more coffee and continue my highly productive day of lying around and listening to AOL radio (Indietronica in case you were wondering).

It'll come to me eventually I’m sure.