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"I'm on fire. And now I think I'm ready to bust a move."-Motion City Soundtrack
Well, it's been a while since a legit update. I'm coming at you from the North Wind office, on a break from the hectic business that is my day. The whole crew is here, working to put the paper together. I can't shake the thought from my mind that this might be one of the last times I get to do this.
Lately, I've been melancholy. I can't shake the feeling. I am rifled with the knowledge that my life will be completely changed after May 1st. Everything from school to work to my relationships with women and friends has been affected. I kind of want to just hibernate in a cave somewhere and wait for all of this to blow over.
At the same time, I know that this is my last semester. I mean, yeah, I have the option of grad school- but is it what I really want? Shit's crazy. I don't know how to progress. In fact, I spend most of my time repressing and depressing.
"Betty, it's so hard to relate to the whole human race. I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to begin."-Motion City Soundtrack
I suppose you could call this feeling senioritis. For six years I've been trying at this shit- 17 if you count all of my schooling- to get to this very point where I'll actually have a real, live degree. I'll have it in something I want. I didn't take the practical way out like my father did.
Yet...this world is scary. I don't like it.
A lot of folks in this office, I think, are assuming my melancholy is Lucia-related. In part it is, but mostly it's just this great big beast called the Future.
I don't know how to proceed. This was the closest thing to an update I could manage.
Well, it's been a while since a legit update. I'm coming at you from the North Wind office, on a break from the hectic business that is my day. The whole crew is here, working to put the paper together. I can't shake the thought from my mind that this might be one of the last times I get to do this.
Lately, I've been melancholy. I can't shake the feeling. I am rifled with the knowledge that my life will be completely changed after May 1st. Everything from school to work to my relationships with women and friends has been affected. I kind of want to just hibernate in a cave somewhere and wait for all of this to blow over.
At the same time, I know that this is my last semester. I mean, yeah, I have the option of grad school- but is it what I really want? Shit's crazy. I don't know how to progress. In fact, I spend most of my time repressing and depressing.
"Betty, it's so hard to relate to the whole human race. I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to begin."-Motion City Soundtrack
I suppose you could call this feeling senioritis. For six years I've been trying at this shit- 17 if you count all of my schooling- to get to this very point where I'll actually have a real, live degree. I'll have it in something I want. I didn't take the practical way out like my father did.
Yet...this world is scary. I don't like it.
A lot of folks in this office, I think, are assuming my melancholy is Lucia-related. In part it is, but mostly it's just this great big beast called the Future.
I don't know how to proceed. This was the closest thing to an update I could manage.