Pave The Way

Will we ever stop chasing pavements?
On and on we go, but do we ever actually get anywhere? Where is the destination? Im in such a limbo state at the moment, everything is morphing, changing, moving. Am I really ready for all this? I think in the third year of uni, everything has really hit me. There I was humming happily in my Loughborough bubble...the bubble's about to burst. Which is good, I'm not sure how many more fancy dress themes there are out there that we haven't conquered. I was so stuck the other day that I just piled on a mix of past accessories, I looked like a fancy dress shop had thrown up on me - Fancy Dress Regurgitation. Nice.
I just don't see where I'm going to fit in this big wide world. It kills me to think I'll just end u as another anonymous cog in some divine scheme of labourious day in, day out mundanity. I'll just end up in another limbo of endless commuting on the depressing cage commonly known as a train. A time-warp of harrassed people, I-Pods and BO. What a combination. Can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.
Maybe now is not the time to be worrying about such profound issues. It's the last week of term and town is a blinding array of lights, tinsel and christmas trees, so I'm gonna head off and enjoy it. Going home at the weekend and it's always a disappoint to realise that I'm back in a real town, where you can't take a tenner with you on a night out and expect to come home with small change. Loughborough does have some perks you see.
Right, I'm armed with an interesting array of fancy dress fun: black gaffa tape, face paints, pipe cleaners, a black tutu (probably not quite the intended use) and, of course, a pair of tights. Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be...a bumble bee. Why do I do this?