I long for the day that I could
go to the beach in wonderland
finally go to cape cod
jump into the Charles
prance around Boston all day and come home a sun kissed bronze goddess
buy a bike and ride it around the city
read at my own leisure and not have books shoved down my throat, 8 at a time
sit on my piece of roof again
have picnics in the commons
Pretty much a Boston summer. I’m excited for my first Boston summer. But reality says I have half a semester till then. Reality says I have to go through hell this week. Reality says that it just struck midnight and I’m only halfway done reading the critique I have to write a 5 page paper and prepare a 10 minute presentation on. Reality is ugly, but that’s because I made it that way. “Rebel without a cause,” they say. “Don’t procrastinate,” they say. “Unleash the beast,” the Monster can says.
“Butfuck it,” I think. “YOLO.”
As I continue to read a critique on the communist propaganda of the Transcendental era.
Posted On: Tue, Feb. 28, 2012