So here I am

Sitting in my living room, because it's too damn hot to sit upstairs in my own room, trying to do homework, but all the time just thinking about something else. 

A lot of things have been said this week. Mostly by me. What is to become of me? Do I really want to major in this? Or would I rather just go off and travel? But if I just gave it all up for travel then how would I support myself? Could I sell poems on the road to Paris? Could I work in a bakery to make my way to Belgium? Could I knit my way to a kilted man? 

Perhaps I could do all that AND be happy doing it. I wish I knew.