Sporadic

I have a friend with ADD. He has terrificly random thought processes. I almost envy him. In fact, I think I could admit to that. I'm studying his patterns closely, trying to apply them to my own brain. It's working a little. Maybe it's not his ADD that I am envious of, maybe it's because he can speak about whatever he's thinking about whenever he wants to. Sometimes I'm short for words. Sometimes I just don't want to be really real with people. I want to start.

I told my friend the other day at work that I wanted to go to the zoo because I haven't been in years. She looked at me like I told her that I watch Barney. I still really want to go to the zoo. I'm hoping that this will help me to write more creatively and more often. I'm mostly afraid of mediocrity, and in all of my art. This is a fear I need to get over.

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School is gonna be tough this semester. I don't know if I've already mentioned that. I've already written a paper, done some research, and presented a speech. I almost wish I was still in high school... almost. See ya'll around this week.