the grass is always greener
I'm procrastinating for the first time in a long while and it's boring as shit. I'm hungry and not anticipating anything the dining hall has to offer. I'm listening to "Videotape" by Radiohead on repeat, waiting for the rain to start, thinking of what I'll pack for Wednesday. Christmas list shopping is racking my brain. Thoughts of Friday scare me, but I'm damned determined to find some fucking boots. I'm ignoring worried thoughts, knowing they'll pass. Combating thoughts of moving back to Sac when I'm done with school. I miss the familiarity, the people, the theater, the comfort, the price, the family, the scenery, the places, the things. All the new exploring I could do. The life I'm leaving behind, left behind, for the new one I've started, starting. Jon and I like the East Bay but it's so damn pricey. We'll see where my degree takes me...after my cruise. Summer spent at the mall, making money. Hopefully. Mainly I just want these next few days over with so I can get to the holiday.
And oh, how badly, terribly, horribly I miss everyone.
And oh, how badly, terribly, horribly I miss everyone.