How Chekhovian of me.

it is a curious thing; life, i mean. there are so many directions that my life could go, and i feel like, at this moment, i'm stuck in the middle of all of those directions. i know it sounds like cheesy college angst, but i don't know which direction i want life to take me.
maybe its because i really never know what i want. or maybe its because i want too many thing. it could be that i'm just really indecisive and i want it all. i'm not sure. but i do know that i'm at this pivotal point in my life where i need to make that decision. decide which road my life is going to travel down (for now). i feel like there are things i need to do, and things i want to do, and things i shouldn't do, but i still have no way to tell which is which. i know that probably everyone goes through this mess, but i feel like i keep going through it and going through it, and every time i take one road it just loops around back to the place i started.
i need more drive maybe. more focus maybe. more something.

i'm lost in a crowd of 100,000 and life is beginning to swallow me whole.
How Chekhovian of me.... and by that, i really just mean i quoted Chekhov... sort of.

april fools

april fools jokes don't ever work on me, cuz i ain't no fool!

deal with that.