School is sure taking up a lot of my time. I fear I may be losing some of my spontinaeity. And the uncertainty about majors doesn't help much. It sickens me a little when I find myself contemplating a career that I don't really like that much, just because it pays well. I hate it when I find myself taken in by that capitalistic disease. Sometimes I wish I could just drop out and live on a commune and be happy and simple and write for the rest of my life, but the great alternatives that existed for pure spirits back in the 60s and 70s don't exist anymore. At least not like they used to.
One good thing I've discovered so far is the coffee shop on campus. And they have my comfort drink-chai. Now if only they could make it with soymilk...but I can't complain.