City of delusion.

Time is ticking. Time is sinking. We're murderers of time.

"We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes. We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals, to distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business."
- Uzbekistan, The Sound of Animals Fighting

I live in a town where everyone is exactly the same, a town stuck in little boxes. To me Johns Creek is another version of Agrestic. Living in a town where everyone has money, a strict community staff, stuck up parents, and pot-heads.

I really need to finish up my credits and move out of this place. My heart is still destined for the University of Miami, but I doubt I'll be there anytime soon. Which leads me back to square one. I have no absolute idea where I want to go, and let alone what I want to do. I keep changing my mind. I want to live in the city, a town that's always busy; a town with a gorgeous nightlife. I can deal with traffic, it's annoying, but I'll make it work. Either way, I hope that I figure out where I want to be soon. I need to start being sure of what I want.

Moving on...
I'm just waiting for the Summer solstice.
This Earth needs a little lean toward the "sol".
I need some sun in this town. I'm tired of the strong winds, unexpected snow, and week long rainfalls. I just want to be outside. I miss the outdoors.