My parents are trying to think of "an appropriate graduation gift". My dad called and asked me if wanted to do a writer's workshop this summer and, if so, which one. So the only ones I really found so far are
grub street and
Tin House. I think some deadlines have already passed. Also, if I do that this summer, will there be time for a job [if I can even get one]? Ahh, the things that go along with getting a useless degree.
I hate floundering. It drives me nuts that I want to do too many things. I want to be well-rounded, but I also want to [be able to] stick to things. I'm worried I'll stop wanting to write, that it's just a phase (although a recurring phase, like music).
God, it seems I worry so much.
YES! I'll go for it. I guess. Only live once, no?
SIDENOTE: I've been pissing the day away cause I couldn't think of anything I had to do, then I remembered my competition analysis on Fiona Apple, and cleaning my room. And I've been stretching and watching IQ.