Someone's getting restless.

I've got the itch again. Dammit.

I was doing absolutely fine until i got to work on Monday and felt the happenings of restlessness coming on.

If college has taught me anything (which at this point is: Easy Mac is suitable for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dressing up for class is stupid. If at first you don't succeed...take a nap...and then start all over), it is that i am a very restless person. I like doing several things at one time, i get bored with repetitive activity, and i hate feelin unproductive.

My mom says i have so much energy i should donate it to some people. Trust me I'm not a hyperactive person, my personality is calm and collected with a ounce of fun, wit and sarcasm, but when I'm not doing something (be it singing to music, typing at the key board, cleaning my room, walking) i just feel lazy.

My whole problem with grad is that I'm kind of sick of sitting in classrooms all day. I get up, go to class, try not to fall asleep, and then end of doing so anyway. I've been frustrated mostly by Mr. Douchebag because his teaching style doesn't allow us to be productive. We've sat the whole semester, read each other's paper, and I've at least tried not to cry from boredom ( at the last minute he thought it would be fun to make us do presentations, probably because he is sick of hearing his own voice. Of course I'm not doing it, for many reason. Nerves 15%, unpreparedness 35%, GRE exam next week, writing portfolio due, papers, studying 50%)

As a child i was always filled for a need of exploration and learning, and unfortunately that has not subsided. Ever so often i get this almost unquenchable need to go off and do something. My mind gets set on going to a place i have physically never been too. My legs get fidgety with a need to run and jump, but mainly heart fills with a yearning that consumes everything that i am. I want to see things, i want to experience things, i want to escape from the confinement of my life and just go offwith a camera in one hand a book in the other, and comfy shoes on my feet.

My boss (who i have to go in more detail about later) once said that in your 20's there is window of opportunity that makes you feel you can do anything. She wanted to be a painter she was 22, but the older she got, the smaller the window of opportunity (called nerves) became, and she was too frightened to do anything by the time she was in her 30's.

I don't worry about the window closing for me. I get freaked about my aspirations and the future like any one else, but there will always be this need (like i have now) to go off and do something. I'm so sick of just waiting idly, I'm ready to go off and explore. It's impulsive I know but behind my cool exterior has always been this ounce of impulsiveness that i try not to act on...but sometimes i wonder where it would take me. The adventure could be pretty interesting.

Enough of that. I still have an 8 page paper due. I finished my Jane Austen paper, and i must say it kicks ass. I was pretty surprised by that.

In other totally unrelated news. 3 weeks ago i lost a book. It's called A Map of the World, and other than it being wickedly awesome i have to write a paper on it in two weeks (for a final). So upon losing the book, i was frantic because i hadn't finished the ending( and i had a test on the book) and kind pissed because i hate losing things.

After 3 weeks i figured the book was long gone and that there was nothing i could do about it. I would go buy the book or get it from the library. On Monday i didn't go to Mr. Douchebags class because i had to watch a movie for my film class. Today when i walked in kind of late to Mr. Douchebags class my book was on a desk in the corner. I couldn't grab it because Mr. Douchebag set his laptop next to it. For the whole class period i was like "is that my book, what the hell is my book doing there, who the hell had my book, maybe that isn't my book, but then what are the odds that someone else is reading this book".

After class i waited until everyone left and snuck back in the room to get the book. I figured if it wasn't mine...i would keep it. I'm horrible i know. But upon inspection all my writing, drawing, and green undelined markings where in the book.

But the weird thing was on the inside of the cover someone wrote "U R Kool". Someone is book stealer. Who takes a book, and then returns it to the scene of the crime with the phrase "U R Kool" written with a pink highligher.

HMMMMM....INTERESTING.