|Current mood:|| calm|
|Current music:||my band linus'-everyword|
i wish i lived at the beach
so this past weekend was great. my friends from architecture and i got together and went down to topsail beach to stay at another architecture girl's house. it was great down there...no gaudy theme parks or stupid hotels, just locals and a few small shops. talk about relaxation. my friends rachel, matt and liza...all went kayacking in the waterway(this beach is on an island), boogie boarding...just the typical beach stuff. it was so great especially since ive been down lately. i sooooo cant help thinking about all of this stuff that is futile and sometimes out of my hands.ive also been plagued with the whole "what am i gonna do with my life" question lately...this really sucks...i know what i want to do...get a design degree and be a fucking architect. but why is that so hard to imagine? and of course the neverending stuggle with girls is going on too....this shit freaking sucks...why do women have to be so damn confusing?...so of course that makes my ruthless self examination even worse...and makes me feel ten times worse. sometimes i wish i had like a neverending i.v. of morphine or something so i couldnt feel a damn thing. it would make life so much easier...
peace out my homeskillets