Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Salvador Dali

Let's warp reality like Mr. Dali. Spindly legged elephants, melting clocks, and moving to Ireland in five days.

The bizarrity of the situation obscures the excitement thereof. I'll begin my travel in roughly four days and six hours.

And it's only a weird dream so far.

Everybody and everybody's mom seems concerned that I haven't a place to live yet. Bah to them. I'm not to that point yet. I'll figure it out when I get there.

After all, making plans is the primary cause of failed plans.

In the words of my favorite local-ish band, Sneaky Gene, "Let the road take us wherever it's going instead of wasting time deciding which way to go." I'm not entirely sure that neglecting to plan for an adventure across the world was what they had in mind while writing the song, but that's the beauty and downfall of language, isn't it? Words can be twisted and warped to meet the needs of any situation.

If only I had an advance guard coming to escort me to Ireland; then Nymphadora Tonks could magic everything I need to pack into my bags.

But I never did get my Hogwarts acceptance letter, so I guess I'll have to pack the old fashioned way: wait until the last minute and then throw everything I can grab into a bag.

Procrastination, bro.

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