I need to (and I've said this before) get my ass on the ball. I need to figure out what I want to do and just go do it. Grad school? Business school? Write? Make jewelry and other crafts? Dance? Sing? Whatever it is I need to go ahead and get cracking, because no one is to blame or responsible other than me. I'll figure it out soon.
On another note...been getting some advice here and there about what's happening to my mom. No. She still isn't out. She signed a paper TODAY that said they can hold her for 72 more hours and decide to let her go or take her to court and have them force her to stay. THIS IS STILL BULLSHIT.
In other news...right under my nose, the whole time. Its not even fair how much sense it makes, how right it feels, how much I always had a feeling it was there, and how it came at the best and most awkward moment ever. Like being in a room full of people while looking for your glasses...that are sitting on your head. Damn. I'm waiting on the impasse that will ruin it all; the moment where I inevitably eff everything up because I'm not used to everything not only being ok, but actually really good. Or the moment where the antagonist pushes me before I reach those glasses, and they fall and break.
G'Night.
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