I really am seem to be having a writer's block.. It's such a fearful thing -- to lose my avenue to express. All things beautiful and ugly are blossoming and rotting in my head in sentences that are without the ability to flow out of my head and onto paper. Then soon the sentences jumble up and the words run into a chaos, making my mind a really messy, torn-up book. Nothing I do write seems satisfactory. Nothing. I do hope for more inspiration now that the term break is nearing, and I've been doing up a new journal skin that is exactly to my liking. I've set 2 goals for summer: to learn to cook a few dishes and to learn how to use my dad's dslr.. None of which is making headway. After my finals next week I'll have to push myself to make myself useful.. Alas, I always feel that sitting around in a completely calm and peaceful mood, just letting my mind whir and visions blur, is one of my greatest interests ever. But I've to bid some parts of my sloth adieu, it's getting too laid-back for everybody's liking.