Leave my monkey alone, or Warren Zevon has taken over my life
So, there's still lots of stress going on. I have absolutely no idea when I'm going to get my thesis done and life would be so much easier if I could just stay here over Easter to work on it, but alas I must see the famiglia. I'm bringing work with me though, and between that and the bottle of Captain I have waiting for me things should be ok. I've started to clean so hopefully the moving process won't be so intense. I always forget how cathartic it is to purge - be it clothing, awful textbooks, or numbers from my phone. Not going to lie, I think that last one is the best. Hmmm...trying not to stress about graduation/finding a job, but with every conversation with the padres including the phrase "do you have a job yet?" that's easier said than done. Tonight was pretty good. My night class was cancelled, so I spent some time with the boys and then with Battags and co. It was fun, I'm just in such a weird mood, as evidenced by the fact that I'm up writing in this at 3.46 when I should have been in bed hours ago. I think part of my (current) crazy is a dream I had brought on by a book I had to read for one of my lit classes. In my dream, I discovered my dad wasn't really my dad. It felt so real, I was heartbroken and so pissed off. It was a really disturbing dream, and I'm not surprised that my motivation to sleep since it has been nil. Hmm...in other news, trying to figure out how to have several not-so-pleasant conversations. Also trying really hard not to take decisions personally, but I can't help doing so. It makes me feel a little small and insignificant - though not as insignificant as when I realized that NYU didn't even see fit to give me a decision. Yeah, I've been joking about it but that still kind of smarts. A final tidbit: Warren Zevon has officially stolen my heart. I'm spoiled forever with contemporary rock. It just won't be as good. Am also really upset that he's dead so I can't see him live (shallow, I know - I'm just generally upset that he's dead, what with the talent and the circumstances and all, but really, he would have been awesome live!) This has led me to the decision that I need to just suck it up and pay to see my favourite artists the next chance I get. Let's face, Keith Richards has looked like a corpse for 20 years, and I'd like to see The Stones before he actually is one. That's my goal for this summer. I should at the very least get to see Tom Petty, and that will be amazing! Going to think of happy thoughts, and try for bed. We'll see...