my semester off officially begins now.

it began to slowly sink in last night when i went to bed and realized i had no reason to wake up. nothing suicidal, just, no plans, no 8am classes, no early morning shifts at work. this is liberating right? whereas school binds you with routine, ties you down with obligation and responsibility, my life is now...unscheduled. i eventually woke up (at a defiant 11:30) and checked facebook, which is really only a 10 minute ordeal. so, that done with, i was out of things to do.

i resorted to turning on the 'flaming lips' as loud as my computer allows and waited with anxious breath the next assignment that would come to me. me, the liberated unscheduled free man, right? i ended up baking chicken.

it was while i sat on my kitchen floor (legs crossed, chin resting on my fists) watching the internal juices of my chicken gurgle, bubble, boil, and slide across its naked skin that i finally felt it hit. you know, the slowly sinking thought of having 5 months of no plans. and it was along with that feeling hitting me somewhere personal that i announced to myself i would not spend the entire 5 months on my kitchen floor. as absolutely fascinating as it was today. for like, an hour and half.

fuck baked poultry! (exclamation, not command.) i'm going to go plan out the next 140 days, and i can tell you this, they all start before 11:30.