sleep deprived.
Adam is playing at the Rhumb Line tonight with Brendan. I would have gone if I felt better. I think it would have been interesting drinking with a bunch of old fishermen who don't pay attention to the band. Or maybe they do pay attention. I shouldn't pass judgment.
It's nice being alone in a quiet house. I haven't experienced this in awhile. I feel like I haven't really been alone at all since before Europe, but in ways I feel really alone.
I was going to apply to Montserrat, and talked to my mom's friend Jeffrey about it. He is still trying to convince me, but they will only accept about half of my credits. And it's art school. I feel like it would be a bit like taking a step back. I need to hear from Lesley this week so I can figure out what to do. If I go to American, I would major in Art History. They accepted all my credits and they've been chasing me. But I really want to major in Art Therapy.. and Lesley has an undergrad program for it, which is wonderful. The classes look great, and I could get my Master's in a year with the accelerated program.
I decided that what I'd really like to do is open up a clinic or work in a clinic in someplace like South America, or Asia. Or anywhere. So that combines art, therapy, art therapy, helping people, and traveling. And obviously I'd take lots of photos and paint and write exquisite poetry.
One of the bonuses about working three different jobs is the variety, so it doesn't feel like I'm working every single day. Well. Actually.. yeah, it does feel like I'm working every single day. I can't really make myself feel any better about that. But I enjoy different things about each job.
Yesterday after I got out of Zumi's, I went to the beach. I parked quickly because it started to rain a little bit, but it stopped once I hit the sand. I walked right to the shore and threw my stuff down and jumped in the ocean. There is something about the ocean that I can't escape. When I'm not near it, I freak out. I get so anxious being landlocked. Lakes don't do it for me.. ponds don't do it for me. I try and detach from the power of it, because I want to live in various different places in other countries and I don't want to be restricted to coastal ones, but I just can't! It is intoxicating. And I've grown up right on the ocean. It's in my bones. Anyway, getting in that water is totally cleansing. Especially when it's freezing cold and it controls your whole body. Especially after getting out of work. Especially at Crane's... alone.
It's nice being alone in a quiet house. I haven't experienced this in awhile. I feel like I haven't really been alone at all since before Europe, but in ways I feel really alone.
I was going to apply to Montserrat, and talked to my mom's friend Jeffrey about it. He is still trying to convince me, but they will only accept about half of my credits. And it's art school. I feel like it would be a bit like taking a step back. I need to hear from Lesley this week so I can figure out what to do. If I go to American, I would major in Art History. They accepted all my credits and they've been chasing me. But I really want to major in Art Therapy.. and Lesley has an undergrad program for it, which is wonderful. The classes look great, and I could get my Master's in a year with the accelerated program.
I decided that what I'd really like to do is open up a clinic or work in a clinic in someplace like South America, or Asia. Or anywhere. So that combines art, therapy, art therapy, helping people, and traveling. And obviously I'd take lots of photos and paint and write exquisite poetry.
One of the bonuses about working three different jobs is the variety, so it doesn't feel like I'm working every single day. Well. Actually.. yeah, it does feel like I'm working every single day. I can't really make myself feel any better about that. But I enjoy different things about each job.
Yesterday after I got out of Zumi's, I went to the beach. I parked quickly because it started to rain a little bit, but it stopped once I hit the sand. I walked right to the shore and threw my stuff down and jumped in the ocean. There is something about the ocean that I can't escape. When I'm not near it, I freak out. I get so anxious being landlocked. Lakes don't do it for me.. ponds don't do it for me. I try and detach from the power of it, because I want to live in various different places in other countries and I don't want to be restricted to coastal ones, but I just can't! It is intoxicating. And I've grown up right on the ocean. It's in my bones. Anyway, getting in that water is totally cleansing. Especially when it's freezing cold and it controls your whole body. Especially after getting out of work. Especially at Crane's... alone.