There never seems to be enough time for everything. Many of my friends say I take on too much. Film, Hockey, Societies, Med-School, and so on. When I’m completely exhausted and can’t move I sometimes agree.
But there are those other times, when I’m standing on stage after a show breathless, or chasing the puck down the ice with every muscle aching, and even after a tough OSCE after a long night of studying. Those times, I feel, are the best part of living. Just doing things and experiencing the rush of life.
Besides, me + free time + six million toothpicks + 170 litres of glue would never produce this. I would start out making the Lost Boys armour from Hook, but then end up as man sized wooden porcupine. (It would make for quite the awesome nemesis for a balloon animal super hero though.)
16/09/2009 at 11:28 pm Permalink
Oh man. Just imagine the possibilities with popsicle sticks instead of toothpicks.