no shit sherlock.
watching cows and trees as i drive threehundred miles to santa ynez. loving the city more and more with each mile. sitting in a hot tub with the man who wrote sideways, or so he said. coming back to my wonderful friends and smiling.
this does not boooode well at all. i have finals all tomorrow until friday and i havent studied for a single one. and i am not getting good grades. and i am not getting into a good college, read UC, and i am not getting far in life or achieving great things. but the part that should worry me the most is that i am not nervous at all. i have no incentive to crack open a book or study even though lily and sarah have both called to make sure i am studying. instead i am dancing around my room decorating and painting and lying on my bed thinking funny thoughts or nothing at all.
should i be worried?
i love it.
this does not boooode well at all. i have finals all tomorrow until friday and i havent studied for a single one. and i am not getting good grades. and i am not getting into a good college, read UC, and i am not getting far in life or achieving great things. but the part that should worry me the most is that i am not nervous at all. i have no incentive to crack open a book or study even though lily and sarah have both called to make sure i am studying. instead i am dancing around my room decorating and painting and lying on my bed thinking funny thoughts or nothing at all.
should i be worried?
i love it.