The Bacterial Flora of Humans
Mood:  mischievious
So after a cooling period of a couple days after this weekends MIShap, I have decided to once again post, though things are a bit out of sequence as I have already finished my homework and don't have that blade swinging dangerously close to my head. I find that pressure helps to keep me focused. If I don't set a deadline I may never get done. Take into consideration my art show, it was supposed ot happen this summer, but didn't. Why? well, there were several factors but ultimately I wasn't concrete enough in setting my goals for such an event. I let things go and I should have really grabbed the reins and took hold of the situation. Anyway, now that things aren't so crazy and my immediate environment has returned to a gentle state of HOMOstasis, I feel that I can give more attention to my methods and actually accomplish one of my many goals someday. I fear going down in the history books as a dreamer. Sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, I always run into this ceiling that inhibits me from expanding my horizons. Its sort of like the natural bacteria in the body that are there to protect the body from more serious infection. They don't ever get too big, they are just always there. (had to find a tie in to the title) I am not going to just be here, I am going to leave my mark, somehow, some way, I am going to be significant to someone to something. I'm going to be a Sears underwear model. Women will lust over me, gay men will drool, and I will sleep on a huge pile of money with many a pool boy. There I go dreaming again, maybe I was meant to just exist afterall...Ponderous.