momentum for the sake of momentum
Tomorrow is my first day at UT. Of course I'm excited to get off the bus at Guadalupe and 26th street, even though that will happen at approximately 7:33 in the morning.
A satisfying summer is over.I spent more time outside enjoying wholesome things this year, but didn't get to travel at all. At least that allowed me to work steadily and go to school-- things that I'm pleased with. Plenty of fun with people I love being around.
Things are bound to get busy soon, since I'm taking a full-time load of classes that will probably all be work-intensive and not particularly appealing. My job, of course, needs to be kept in addition to this. When I'm exhausted or quietly freaking out (inevitable: I'm delicate and shit), I'll just remind myself of how badly I wanted this. How bummed out I was mere months ago when I heard I wasn't going to get in, and that night when I felt so stuck that I cried in my car from Spicewood to my driveway. Philip had to convince me that a raccoon dead on the side of the road did not neccessarily symbolize my spiritual death. My mom saw me leave the house in sweat pants and was legitimately worried, assuming that could only mean "downward spiral." That was pretty funny, actually.
My past few days off have had me pulling my hair out with boredom, especially since my friends all seem to have been out of town, unreachable, or already in school. It's enough to drive a person to television!
I'm kinda sad about music. I want to be a singer still.
I'm happy about most things, though. Even jazzed about the way the clouds look.
A satisfying summer is over.I spent more time outside enjoying wholesome things this year, but didn't get to travel at all. At least that allowed me to work steadily and go to school-- things that I'm pleased with. Plenty of fun with people I love being around.
Things are bound to get busy soon, since I'm taking a full-time load of classes that will probably all be work-intensive and not particularly appealing. My job, of course, needs to be kept in addition to this. When I'm exhausted or quietly freaking out (inevitable: I'm delicate and shit), I'll just remind myself of how badly I wanted this. How bummed out I was mere months ago when I heard I wasn't going to get in, and that night when I felt so stuck that I cried in my car from Spicewood to my driveway. Philip had to convince me that a raccoon dead on the side of the road did not neccessarily symbolize my spiritual death. My mom saw me leave the house in sweat pants and was legitimately worried, assuming that could only mean "downward spiral." That was pretty funny, actually.
My past few days off have had me pulling my hair out with boredom, especially since my friends all seem to have been out of town, unreachable, or already in school. It's enough to drive a person to television!
I'm kinda sad about music. I want to be a singer still.
I'm happy about most things, though. Even jazzed about the way the clouds look.