I seem to only find this blog again when I'm procrastinating the task of doing something else. Today, it's Intro to Theatre. NEVER EVER EVER take that class EVER. It's a shit ton of busy work that is absolutely 100% NOT necessary. Understand? Good.
My countdown to leaving Tallahassee for good is at... 20 days. HOLY SHIT! I ONLY HAVE 20 DAYS LEFT? Do you realize how many goodbyes need to be said? How many hello's have yet to be said? How much work I still have to do? How little packing I have done?! (And by "have done", I mean "have yet to start"). I literally JUST counted that. Things just got a lot more real, didn't they...?
Well, yeah, so twenty days and counting... I really hope that this is the right decision. I mean, I know in some aspects it is, but in others it isn't. I have such a strong tethering to all of the people that I have had the pleasure of meeting in these past two years. I can't even count on my fingers how large of pool of friends I have made, but this isn't the end. One of the perks of going home means I get a car, even if it's my mom's old car, Luke. I'll visit. I have to visit. I have no option. Like I said, there are way too many friendships up here that I CAN'T let slip away. Keeping in touch is going to be hard and all but it's GOING to happen. Just like my dreams. They're GOING to happen. It's one of the main reasons that I'm moving back home. I am determined. I decided that I was not going to let anything stand in my way and Tallahassee... it's proving to be a pretty big "something-in-my-way" if you know what I'm saying... Maybe? I don't know. Like I said, I just really hope that this doesn't turn out to be a MASSIVE mistake.
I know I say it a lot, but I'm going to try and keep up with this thing. I bought this really pretty journal and kept up with that for like three days though so don't be surprised if I do the same thing I guess. I just have SO MUCH to say and can't find any means of getting it all out of my head and onto the screen/paper as fast as it's coming out. I should just hire a scribe... Is that what scribes do? What's Millie's job? Wasn't she like a secretary? No, if that were the case then why did he have like 34238949273 of them. Whatever, either way, you get what I'm saying. Yeah, I'm just gonna go now... Bye.
My countdown to leaving Tallahassee for good is at... 20 days. HOLY SHIT! I ONLY HAVE 20 DAYS LEFT? Do you realize how many goodbyes need to be said? How many hello's have yet to be said? How much work I still have to do? How little packing I have done?! (And by "have done", I mean "have yet to start"). I literally JUST counted that. Things just got a lot more real, didn't they...?
Well, yeah, so twenty days and counting... I really hope that this is the right decision. I mean, I know in some aspects it is, but in others it isn't. I have such a strong tethering to all of the people that I have had the pleasure of meeting in these past two years. I can't even count on my fingers how large of pool of friends I have made, but this isn't the end. One of the perks of going home means I get a car, even if it's my mom's old car, Luke. I'll visit. I have to visit. I have no option. Like I said, there are way too many friendships up here that I CAN'T let slip away. Keeping in touch is going to be hard and all but it's GOING to happen. Just like my dreams. They're GOING to happen. It's one of the main reasons that I'm moving back home. I am determined. I decided that I was not going to let anything stand in my way and Tallahassee... it's proving to be a pretty big "something-in-my-way" if you know what I'm saying... Maybe? I don't know. Like I said, I just really hope that this doesn't turn out to be a MASSIVE mistake.
I know I say it a lot, but I'm going to try and keep up with this thing. I bought this really pretty journal and kept up with that for like three days though so don't be surprised if I do the same thing I guess. I just have SO MUCH to say and can't find any means of getting it all out of my head and onto the screen/paper as fast as it's coming out. I should just hire a scribe... Is that what scribes do? What's Millie's job? Wasn't she like a secretary? No, if that were the case then why did he have like 34238949273 of them. Whatever, either way, you get what I'm saying. Yeah, I'm just gonna go now... Bye.
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