In between the moon and you
I really do need to get out more. Or at all. I feel so trapped anymore and it's making me crazy. I keep dreaming that I'm somewhere else and I'm happy. Sometimes I miss the people that used to frequent my dreams that don't actually exist. Especially that one... he and I had good adventures. Like the time we went to the flooded playground.
I spent the weekend on two college applications, and neither one is done yet. OSU thinks it's hot shit and requires two essays and six short written responses just for the basic application, and then two more for scholarships. And I hate those like nothing else. The UO just had one essay and they thought that was enough. I think it's enough, too. The whole thing makes me angry because I don't feel like any of the essays are really relevant to anything and are just there to waste my time and make me angry. And maybe they are, too, but there's nothing I can do.
My tailoring internship is great... I keep wondering if I'm helping or hindering, but I like being there. It makes me feel better after being in school. It's the best part of my day, next to finding a little time to paint. I can't concentrate on schoolwork anymore... it bores me to no end. I'm done with it. I want to skip five years into the future where theoretically I'm happy and have time to paint and sew and make money from it and I can get out and wander when I need to.
And I forgot what comes next. I have to go to bed. My dining room light fixture basically exploded tonight and scared the living hell out of me. Now the house smells a little like burnt plastic.
I spent the weekend on two college applications, and neither one is done yet. OSU thinks it's hot shit and requires two essays and six short written responses just for the basic application, and then two more for scholarships. And I hate those like nothing else. The UO just had one essay and they thought that was enough. I think it's enough, too. The whole thing makes me angry because I don't feel like any of the essays are really relevant to anything and are just there to waste my time and make me angry. And maybe they are, too, but there's nothing I can do.
My tailoring internship is great... I keep wondering if I'm helping or hindering, but I like being there. It makes me feel better after being in school. It's the best part of my day, next to finding a little time to paint. I can't concentrate on schoolwork anymore... it bores me to no end. I'm done with it. I want to skip five years into the future where theoretically I'm happy and have time to paint and sew and make money from it and I can get out and wander when I need to.
And I forgot what comes next. I have to go to bed. My dining room light fixture basically exploded tonight and scared the living hell out of me. Now the house smells a little like burnt plastic.