Time
So I think it's time to make some decisions in my life. Unfortunately, while many are a long time in coming, I don't think that I'm in exactly the right frame of mind to be making those decisions. Also, I'm beginning to think I'm a touch bipolar. Dammit.
So, if I find a grad school that doesn't want the GRE, I'll apply to it. Maybe. Otherwise, I think I might just try and find a school with entry level positions in housing that don't require a master's ... yea? Or maybe I'll move to Boston and pick up whatever jobs I can. It's not like I'm looking forward to having friends or family in the next place I move on to, so I'll have enough time to devote to working off my debts. Maybe I'll sell what little furniture I have, pack the bug with whatever clothes and books I can, then just start driving, see where I end up.
Whatever. My future hangs by a thread and I can't really muster the care to figure out what I should do. Every time I try, I get a freaking migraine. As it stands, the headache I have now is threatening.
In other news, the only song with words that I've even wanted to listen to these past two or three days is Flyleaf's "All Around Me" ... which is the ring tone of a "friend" of mine. It was intriguing, I looked it up, now I can't stop listening to it. And speaking of that "friend" I would like to entreat the universe to stop it please. Stop sending me people I could easily fall in love with when there's no mortal way or being that it could, should, might, or would happen. Granted, looking back, this is really only number 2, but srsly? Do we remember how the first one worked out? Yeah. Not well. Stop it - it's mean. This is especially true since I can't get him out of my goddamned head - consciously or unconsciously. The dreams are probably even worse than real life because they show possibilities that will never happen.
Ever.
So, if I find a grad school that doesn't want the GRE, I'll apply to it. Maybe. Otherwise, I think I might just try and find a school with entry level positions in housing that don't require a master's ... yea? Or maybe I'll move to Boston and pick up whatever jobs I can. It's not like I'm looking forward to having friends or family in the next place I move on to, so I'll have enough time to devote to working off my debts. Maybe I'll sell what little furniture I have, pack the bug with whatever clothes and books I can, then just start driving, see where I end up.
Whatever. My future hangs by a thread and I can't really muster the care to figure out what I should do. Every time I try, I get a freaking migraine. As it stands, the headache I have now is threatening.
In other news, the only song with words that I've even wanted to listen to these past two or three days is Flyleaf's "All Around Me" ... which is the ring tone of a "friend" of mine. It was intriguing, I looked it up, now I can't stop listening to it. And speaking of that "friend" I would like to entreat the universe to stop it please. Stop sending me people I could easily fall in love with when there's no mortal way or being that it could, should, might, or would happen. Granted, looking back, this is really only number 2, but srsly? Do we remember how the first one worked out? Yeah. Not well. Stop it - it's mean. This is especially true since I can't get him out of my goddamned head - consciously or unconsciously. The dreams are probably even worse than real life because they show possibilities that will never happen.
Ever.