once you get up in it and you hit that, that's that
i've got my proverbial panties in a proverbial twist packing for school. i just talked to colby and he convinced me to bring everything i could ever possibly want there, "because it's my last year, and, y'know". thanks for the logic, colby. so i dragged out another bag and started throwing stuff into it when i remembered that bonnie was freaking out last week because appaRENTly thompson has no closet space. actually, yes, that's true. we don't have closets, we have wardrobes. so now i'm not sure what to do. i think i'm just going to continue packing with abandon.
one thing i'm definitely going to bring to school this year is rubber boots. cool rubber boots. i have some neat looking black ones, but urban outfitters has pink, yellow and green ones as well as ARGYLE!! but the argyle ones are $120 so maybe not. i think i'm going to get the pink ones. and wear them all the goddamn time.
i need to dye my hair but i haven't the energy. i want to be at school. i also need to go work on a nervous project that's "due" tomorrow. it's going to be hella sad when i don't have time for nervousness anymore. which is, oh, in about 4 days. i will still have time for traveling projects, but probably not collection projects. and those, so far, have proved most intersting. fucking school. it's such a love-hate relationship, and i already know that next fall i'm going to be freaking out about not having school supplies to buy and classes to sign up for.
i've been thinking a lot about what exactly i'm going to be doing. here are the plans so far:
plan A-move to Austin, get menial, hopefully interesting job, work on portfolio for grad school
plan B-spend next fall in philly here and move to Austin afterwards
plan C-move to Houston and work menial job, possibly as art teacher/assistant track coach at my old high school
plan D- get really good at German this year and move to Berlin and do who knows what
plan E- move to Amsterdam. live who knows where.
obviously plans D and E are slightly more fanciful..i'm just scared to death. part of me wants to move back to texas because i know it'll be familiar, rents will be cheap, and Austin is cool. but part of me wants to move somewhere very random all by myself.
like maybe Portland.
i just don't know. i guess i should be excited about this, but depression likes to do nasty things like turning excitement and uncertainty into mortal, hide-under-the-bed fear.
one thing i'm definitely going to bring to school this year is rubber boots. cool rubber boots. i have some neat looking black ones, but urban outfitters has pink, yellow and green ones as well as ARGYLE!! but the argyle ones are $120 so maybe not. i think i'm going to get the pink ones. and wear them all the goddamn time.
i need to dye my hair but i haven't the energy. i want to be at school. i also need to go work on a nervous project that's "due" tomorrow. it's going to be hella sad when i don't have time for nervousness anymore. which is, oh, in about 4 days. i will still have time for traveling projects, but probably not collection projects. and those, so far, have proved most intersting. fucking school. it's such a love-hate relationship, and i already know that next fall i'm going to be freaking out about not having school supplies to buy and classes to sign up for.
i've been thinking a lot about what exactly i'm going to be doing. here are the plans so far:
plan A-move to Austin, get menial, hopefully interesting job, work on portfolio for grad school
plan B-spend next fall in philly here and move to Austin afterwards
plan C-move to Houston and work menial job, possibly as art teacher/assistant track coach at my old high school
plan D- get really good at German this year and move to Berlin and do who knows what
plan E- move to Amsterdam. live who knows where.
obviously plans D and E are slightly more fanciful..i'm just scared to death. part of me wants to move back to texas because i know it'll be familiar, rents will be cheap, and Austin is cool. but part of me wants to move somewhere very random all by myself.
like maybe Portland.
i just don't know. i guess i should be excited about this, but depression likes to do nasty things like turning excitement and uncertainty into mortal, hide-under-the-bed fear.