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I love looking at absolutely the biggest pile of shit to get through and doing everything to put it off...I'm supposed to be packing right now, and I think the fact that I've accumulated an intimidating amount of shit since I moved in here less than four months ago is what's really stopping me. I don't have enough places to put all of this! Especially since I have to figure out which stuff I'm gonna just bring to my new place [bleecker between thompson and sullivan...remember for silly party times] and what I need to have for the week I live in purgatory. Jersey. Plus, my place is a fucking MESS which really doesn't help. And I'm also in the middle of doing everyone's presents. This is so silly. Also I think my brain has converted to permanent party mode; it's not that bad, considering I won't be in school for an undetermined period of time, but little things like this are pretty difficult to motivate myself to do. Mostly because it's going to be nearly impossible. But I move out on Wednesday, and I have to work all day tomorrow and then go out and have fun and then work all day Wednesday...so I really just need a kick in the ribs to get myself going...or maybe I'll just do another rail.
I've been enjoying my life a lot lately. I feel so optimistic...I also feel negative a lot, but I'm learning to roll with the punches and to punch back if need be. I'm kind of ready for this year to be over, not because it was bad, but because I think this is an appropriate place to start up a new one; I have learned so much, not just since January, but also in the past three or four months. And my best friend is leaving for France at the end of the week, and I am going to miss her so much. It'll be the month without a right arm. But her return will mark the best coming home party ever. It feels good to be in a reciprocating friendship. I need to start packing.
I've been enjoying my life a lot lately. I feel so optimistic...I also feel negative a lot, but I'm learning to roll with the punches and to punch back if need be. I'm kind of ready for this year to be over, not because it was bad, but because I think this is an appropriate place to start up a new one; I have learned so much, not just since January, but also in the past three or four months. And my best friend is leaving for France at the end of the week, and I am going to miss her so much. It'll be the month without a right arm. But her return will mark the best coming home party ever. It feels good to be in a reciprocating friendship. I need to start packing.