Well my heart has fallen down, thought I'd talked myself around

Lately this is my life: I go to school, and then I listen to music. Sometimes I make an appearance at a social function if someone makes me. But mostly my life is small and quiet, and I know I make it that way but I'm still going a little stir crazy.

This is what I'm listening to as I slowly die from cabin fever:


That's "St. Peter's Day Festival" by Ra Ra Riot. It's a good song from a good album. But it doesn't keep me from wanting to go here.

This is a monastery in Greece.
Or here.

These are tulip fields in the Netherlands.
Or here.

Machu Picchu in Peru.

When I get too sad about the fact that I am doomed to be in school year round for the next year and a half and have no money to travel anyway, I go to the National Geographic website and look at pictures and just weep because they are so pretty. I love school and my friends and even boring little Provo, but sometimes I close my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere else. And I tell myself that as soon as I graduate I'm going to pack a bag and disappear for awhile.