This feeling of, pride I suppose, kicks ass. I messed up in high school, got humbled a whole lot and did this rare thing, I got my shit together and now I am for sure going to UCLA next fall, and I am for sure gonna experience the cliche college dream in the dorms and whether or not my perceptions based on college movies and undeclared, oh god, let it be like undeclared...
I cannot wait to move out, it will be awesome because I know that I am not mentally mature enough to live on my own and that sounds like it would be lame to me right now. A major plus to leaving is that I can take ONLY want I need. Hopefully my packrat mannerisms will be left behind with all the crap I have piled up in my room, I am only gonna bring the most important things up with me.
I so want to make a list of what to bring now, this kicks so much ass.
I was thinking of seeing what reaction I could get from my roommate if I just showed up with a duffel bag and took out only my monkey looking at a skull statue and a stack of the sleaziest porn mags. That's it.
Here's the closest example to my monkey statue, this one is a little more elaborate and painted,
I think you can use your imaginations for the stack of porn.
On a side note, whilst looking for an image of that statue, I found
which made me crack up out loud. I love that photo, especially taken the way I took it in, which is completely out of context. Context is making a funny thing unfunny.
Anyways, yeah so the cool new thing is to start posting in your lj after not doing so for a while so I started reading a cluster of old high school people's journals and such and love the fact that they all used to bother me so much and not seem so, so sooooooooo stupid that I actually feel good about myself. And that's what pretty much spawned this post. If you got nothing out of it, at least that awesome monkey picture was made known to you.