Time is just a concept...

I actually don't think time is a concept...at least not a concept in the psychological sense (which is obviously my favorite sense since I'm an aspiring psychologist and a self-proclaimed know-it-all when it comes to emotional and social situations). But my tearing apart of Epica songs has nothing to do with the point of this post...actually I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE MAN IN UNLEASHED'S VIDEO WALKED TOWARD THE ROBBER????

I've overwhelmed with the coming of the end of the year! Another year pretty much done. I won't be a sophmore in college in two and a half weeks. I'll be half-way done.

1. I have to write a 15 page paper for my Rhethoric class. It's the one class that makes the Creative Writing major not fun.

2. I feel guilty about going home for the summer. Some of my friends are staying here or have internships or something else kewl that will help them get ahead. My hopes for the summer: 1. get a job. I need money for my study abroad adventures 2. Volunteer at at least one cause that is important to me 3. Work on my novel idea (I want to type write a novel but COME ON! DOESN'T EVERYONE WANT TO WRITE A NOVEL?) 4. Go on at least one trip...I'm probably going to Cali for a FeelGood camp later in the summer...I want to drive to Canada when I get a passport.

So! here's osmething that has been weighing on my mind. I got this opportunity to go to mexico to volunteer in a developing village. yes! Right? No. first of all, I really don't have the moeny. Second. I'M SCARED OF DYING. Third. I can't just be like "hey, mom! I'm going to a remote village for a week! 4. I don't have a passport.

BUT TRUST ME. THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE.

I think I need to learn Spanish. I think I need to learn a lot of things...

I need to short out my mess of WANTS and desires. I need to find a way to reach my dreams.