Cutting Down on my Planning Habit

I just saw the new Johnny Depp film, Libertine. I paused the movie to watch a youtube video about oppressed women.
I feel like I'm on one of those airport walk machines, but it's the airport walk machine of life. (harp music in background) To sum it up; things just change so quickly and before you know it, you're a new person. I look at yesterday's Barbara like I looked at people passing me in the high school hallways when I didn't have my contacts on. Right now I'm living in a pod. A corner of space where I'm surrounded by my things: shoes, books, a hearty white comforter and a mess of magic serums. My thoughts consist of windy vacations to beaches and mountains, money, a desire for health, and occasional guilt for the procrastination of community college assignments. Most prominently are the faces of different Barbara characters that transpose when I think and experience. When I watch Scrubs I'm a quirky nurse, when I go to nightclubs I'm the dancer with the really nice hair, the drunk guy's dream girl, when I visit nice restaurants I'm the owner discreetly perched in the back with my legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. When I return to my real life, sit in class, listen to a 103 year-old man repeat his last lecture accidentally, my future is a screen of smoke, giving me a sharp stab in the throat. I'm now swallowing it smoother though.