A Simple Life

Looking at this picture, I just want to run and jump into that delicious looking bed and snuggle in it's blankets. Everything about it is so Victorian and old, I love it. It makes me think of the house I want to live in when I am old and graying.
I want to wake up one of these days in a bed like this knowing that I have little worries to think about, like to remember to take my pills at night. I will be at peace knowing that finally I am doing what I want to do like live a simple life, and feel good about reflecting on the past. Maybe that's why apart of me wants to live somewhere right out of town in some sweet countryside. Almost like a cottage or summer home one could imagine in an Oscar Wilde like setting (and perhaps I could have an English accent too please? Or just live around some people who have ones).
Ahh thinking of this and the scrumptious bed reminds me that it's almost finals coming next week, and like many who dread this occasion, most Art students I have discovered come to quite like it. Why? I suppose that in Art school, finals means you are just finishing your final projects and get to award yourself by bringing the finished prize home. For example, I recently just completed making a Ukulele for my 3d Design class (which is in a summed up version of a math class for impotent and mathematics deficient Art students). I am proud of myself, although I do believe I could of took it to the next level and done more to it(like most of my projects).
College has helped me to discover a very fathomable thing: there just isn't enough dang time in the world (at least to do all you want to do). I find myself coming back to this fact over and over, and have realized that if I had limitless amounts of time, I would of been around the moon and back with all the sporadic ideas that come to mind daily by completing them. I want to get all of this out of my system so that I can let this obsessive creator part of me go, and I can live in peace knowing that the only thing I need worry about are those dang pills to help remind me that I am old. Old in a comfy bed, and loving it.