Sleep walking in Hollywood.

First off I'd like to announce that I've been listening
to copious amounts of John Mayer lately, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I feel like I haven't written a substantial piece of writing in a very, very long time. I was getting out of the shower last night and thinking how much I've changed in the past year. Sure, change is inevitably beneficial in some cases, but I'm wondering how much longer it's going to take for me to come to some sort of normalcy over the course of a year. All I've ever looked for in my life is some goddamn normalcy, and it seems like it's just within arm's length and then the dam breaks. So to speak. What I'm ultimately getting to is that I'm done school in four months and I still have not a clue what I'm supposed to be doing with this life of mine. I would adore a career that has something to do with literature, but I feel as though getting into the right school is too far-fetched of an idea for this young woman. Who knows, maybe I'm staring a six-figure sum career in the face and I've forgotten to carpe diem. Whatever the case, I'll keep on keepin' on and all of that other nonsense until I see fit. Besides, habitualness is overrated.

C