i've always told people to get over it. move on. i've also detested those who've idled their lives away, always mulling over something they were going to do. yet, i look back upon my own in extreme embarrassment. i've always had big great plans that've never materialised. not having the knowledge to put these into action is no excuse. what with google and books readily available at borders. there're so many things i want to do, and i often spend the time in slumber, or doing other little unimportant things which eventually don't matter. is the drive not enough, or is this plain laziness? i convince myself half-heartedly that inspiration's not coming my way, but that's just another excuse. i think i want instant gratification, and that's impossible. it's something i've got to knock into my head. the semester is beginning. i need to buck up and get my grades in check. as i've mentioned, there're a couple new projects i've embarked on. and i'm going to make them into something. i need to concentrate on one thing at a time. i think that's just the problem.
