Live Fast, Die Young
I got a new laptop today.
You know what that means, right kids?
hopefully more frequent blogging.
As i sit here at a coffee house, debating going outside for a cigarette, listening to strange background music, not reading my book for school, not having enough money for tea, i want this to be my life. I want nothing more than to make art, live, talk, think, dance, and have a good time. i want a shitty apartment with other like-minded individuals. i want to scrap together money for smokes and food and subway tickets. i want the thrill of living my life, and living it fast.
Of course, that way of life, that mindset, that income can only take me so far. i cant live like that forever. so im dying young. im a kid, and a dreamer, and im terrible at future planning.
Even today, when my Grandfather and Step-Grandmother from Florida took me out for the day and bought me a laptop on a whim, when they asked about school and future plans, the disappointment was tangible when i named nothing but art schools. Walking out of the store, he said something about math and science and a “day job”. But im through living to please other people. Im sorry, Paul, Im not going to live the conventional life you want me too; im not built for it.
On an entirely different note, i’ve discovered that i am a dirty punk rock boy, stuck in a little lesbian body. I like it.
