Nov 17, 2007 17:57
Clayton arrives Tuesday night for Thanksgiving. I'm ...worried, slightly. This'll be the first time we see each other since ...well, you know. Why is still coming, you may be asking yourself, if we're not dating? I ...can't really answer that. I hope for nothing, or at least try not to. He's been my friend for ...two and a half years now, and that's worth a lot. Even worth a major holiday. I hope it snows so I can throw snow balls at him and show him how the pros do winter.
The new show is up in the gallery, and I'll be sorry to see Katie, Sarah, and Terry go - Jennifer, meh, not so much, though she is nice - but things change, and the more people I see graduate, the closer I am to finishing this thing. I still plan to take at least a year off before grad school. I'm not sure if it'll be for Europe or not, but I've been in school since ...geh, 1993. I need a break from homework, drama, teachers, and having no money. I figure I'll just get some bullshit job and hang out for a year. Museum sciences is still calling my name. I could see myself working in an art museum for the rest of my life - it's just one of those things.
My room is clean. -CUT- But, my room is clean, so I can't complain too much. Bre was nice enough to go outside to the dumpsters with me at like, three in the morning. My room's all fixed up now, and it seems like I actually live here. My tastes, I've noticed, haven't really changed from two or three years ago. I like comfortable things.
Out.