that's it, it's over
yeah, i guess it hasn't sunk in yet, but i left those gates for the last real time today, it just didn' feel any different. bullhitting away with people about jazz tickets funny drawingsand how that comedy show today went on too fucking long, that's how it went. 2 and a half hours.. jeez) i should have had a drink to celebrate but i guess i had my fair share last night. aint nothing like a psychology exam as a hangover cure, honest.
so where to go from here? well, i don't know about anyone else but i'm nervous as hell about walking through unfamilliar gates all on my own and finding my way through unfamilliar walls into a foreign room with a bunch of nice looking people. anyone else feel like that? i mean, we're all super confident aren't we?
but anyway, with that comes a lot f thgs i'm looking forward to. i'm looking forward to kicking it in the bars and at the gigs of this coming jazz festival and such like. i'm looking forward to getting a job and getting money to spend on all sorts of nice dylanesque clothes and music, and hopefuly still enjoying it wih the pepole i know now. and bumping into those guys and girls at the edge of the friends range here and there when they're around too. it'll feel like home.
hopefully i might write something too, it's been a year since i was stuck in finishing my "book" and i've been bumming around blank pages for too long. it's driving me quite down a lot. can blank pages also be a metaphor for something else? sure.
well, i guess i'll keep it all backed up inside for now after a little ramble or two or three or four.
i wonder if anyone ever reads these things anyway. how about a comment if you like?
so where to go from here? well, i don't know about anyone else but i'm nervous as hell about walking through unfamilliar gates all on my own and finding my way through unfamilliar walls into a foreign room with a bunch of nice looking people. anyone else feel like that? i mean, we're all super confident aren't we?
but anyway, with that comes a lot f thgs i'm looking forward to. i'm looking forward to kicking it in the bars and at the gigs of this coming jazz festival and such like. i'm looking forward to getting a job and getting money to spend on all sorts of nice dylanesque clothes and music, and hopefuly still enjoying it wih the pepole i know now. and bumping into those guys and girls at the edge of the friends range here and there when they're around too. it'll feel like home.
hopefully i might write something too, it's been a year since i was stuck in finishing my "book" and i've been bumming around blank pages for too long. it's driving me quite down a lot. can blank pages also be a metaphor for something else? sure.
well, i guess i'll keep it all backed up inside for now after a little ramble or two or three or four.
i wonder if anyone ever reads these things anyway. how about a comment if you like?