All I've been doing is watch movies and series and go online--or simply put: bum around. Some might think it's the coolest thing ever. But not for me. I've always seen myself as a closeted extrovert, if there's such a term. More than anything, I'd rather be outside. I'm the type of person who enjoys bus rides, jeepney rides, and long walks--well not just on the beach--but basically anywhere.
I might blame being the child of literature. I've been reading books for as far as I can remember. That's why I took up Literature for college. It broadened both my mind and expectations in life. I remember reading somewhere that the ability to read books can allow you to roam the world in the confines of your room. Well, I think I've gotten past that, that I actually want to stay outside the walls of my room. I want to walk where Henry walks on the way to the taxidermist's shop in Yann Martel's Beatrice and Virgil. I want to know what's it like to go back and forth around Europe. I actually want to see fair Verona where Romeo and Juliet's story lay.
The bad thing about all this is I want it so bad at a time where it's just unattainable.
Needless to say, the whole month I've just been here. Trying to get out, but always pulled back in.
But not anymore.
I've wasted my whole July in bed and I won't do the same for August anymore. Enough sulking around. I've decided on going off the career path of my dreams for a while. It's a little bit risky because I may never get back to it again, but I swear over everything cliche about making promises, I'll get back to it soon enough. Need to start on my groundwork first.
Wish me luck!
X, Macy.
P.S. And to bid good bye to July, here's a picture. Yeah, I look so happy to see July go.
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| Like a kid high on Happy Meal. Good bye, July! |
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