keys to the ivy league

get your head out of the clouds.
we're on earth now.
we have midterms, homework, real life to deal with.
you're not a bird.
you can't just fly for the rest of your life.
i understand that everything seems so unimportant right now.
i understand that you feel a shift in your perspective, the way you look at the world.
but you can't just throw it all away just because you want to get high.
the only way you'll live the life you want is if you succeed and graduate from this university,
and that begins with this statistics midterm, and that italian essay.
it begins right now.
you can fly if you want to,
but you have to earn your wings first.

also,
i understand that you're letting your hopes take flight with your mind as you think about that boy who races cars.
don't.
tie those motherfucking hopes with a rope and pull them right back down.
remember what happened last time your hopes were up?
they were shot down like the ducks in that one nes game with the dog you really want to kill.
high hopes are not a good thing to have when you live on this little sleep and this much stress.
for an example, see the previous posts.
let matters dealing with the opposite sex or complicated feelings just float along.
maybe they'll eventually drop away and you'll never see them again,
or maybe they'll stick around and be your copilot,
but either way, live by a laissez-faire policy, and keep your arms and legs inside the flying vehicle at all times.















now get back to work, you lazy bum. the sky awaits your arrival.