Logicless Logic

imagine.

Now that I have my last paper left to go, I think I have developed what I like to call second last paper syndrome, where upon completion of the second last paper, you feel like the hell is finally over(it isn't) and that you are finally free(you're not). It's kind of like celebrating your release from jail when you still have 2 years left to serve. That kind of feeling. Anyway, with many friends having completed their examinations and headed on home, I can't help but feel a little bit lonely and bored, with nobody for company(toilet mates asleep) other than books, notes, and the internet.

When I'm all alone in the room, I sometimes like to pretend I'm a struggling musician, with only my old guitar as company, writing genius music and such. Except let's face it. I can't play the guitar except for a few chords here and there, the guitar's probably slightly out of tune(I can't tell anyway) and the amount of musical talent in my entire mind, body and soul is probably the equivalent of the talent in John Mayer's(or any other musician) toenail. So besides struggling, pretty much everything I pretend has no semblance of truth in it. That's why it's called pretending. And yes, I guess I'm being a child about it.

Also, on an entirely different note, I made quite the self-discovery today. I looked into the mirror after my shower today, and it turns out that I bear quite the resemblance(in my opinion) to Uncle Fester from the Addams Family (except for the baldness). What with the dark eye rings, and portly physique. Except I'm thinking Uncle Fester has probably tonnes more balls(in the metaphorical sense) than I do. Right. There appears to be no easy way to end this entry. Except by saying I should probably stop living in the imaginary world and GET REAL.

justin.

posted by justin @ 12:26 AM