Killing time...

Feb 15, 2008 15:13

Lately I feel a bit like I'm killing time. Like this entry for example. I'm killing time waiting for my next class (which is from 3:30 to 6:30 on a friday, which I HATE). Other than that, I have this wonderful (though kind of cheap) boyfriend who [seems] to like me a lot, but I still feel like we're waiting around to totally commit to each other, because he doesn't know where he's going for grad school next semester yet, and I think we're both a bit wary of getting completely attached and then having to separate. Its also so hard because he lives in Modesto (which is the worst place EVER EVER EVER) and its almost a two hour drive to visit, plus we have conflicting schedules most of the time, so I can barely see him. Luckily [or, unluckily] or, very sadly, he got an email yesterday that said he was rejected from UC Davis (WTF?) and then today he learned he was rejected from Yale (which, Ill have to admit, I was a bit relieved about since its across the country, but its where he really wanted to go and I know he's crushed). So two out of four universities have rejected him, which means he has a 50% chance of not going to grad school (WTF??!) His art is so good and amazing and intelligent, I don't know what to say to make him feel better.

Im also kind of disheartened with school so far this semester for some reason. Something about it just makes me so exhausted, and I don't really feel motivated to make anything that conceptual, and at the same time I feel like if I tried to it would suck, so I guess Im taking the safe route. This is fine by me at this point, but Im kind of scared that its gonna bite me in the butt in the long run when I have to get an internship and my portfolio is kind of mediocre. I also get slightly exhausted when I think about actually having a 9-5 Monday through Friday job, mostly because I can barely get through school as it is going three days a week, and also because having a real job means actually paying for my own apartment and car and life without my parent's help. Can't I just be a housewife or something? Oh wait, I don't want kids. Fuck. At this point I want to sit at home in front of the fire and watch movies all day.

In other news: my cat is a fat ass. When she lies on the top of the couch she looks like bobafet [or is it java the hut?]. Seriously.
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