I'm 21 and just graduated college. I'd be more scared about that if I weren't just going to keep going to school.
I'll be doing Art Therapy and that makes me happier than anything in the world. Helping other people find the joy that I find in art.
I'm passionate about a lot of things, but often incredibly lazy.
I'm happy just being alone and crafting. Or thinking. Or people-watching.
I'm in love. With life. With a boy. With myself. With my future.
I just gotta get out of this tiny college town and get back to real life.
I'm just trying to allow myself to be me fully. Its been a while.
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Playing XBox on a LoveSac while on your MacBook. hmm. incidentally all double words.
Yes, so. My MacBook is dead. $755 worth of repair dead.
How did this happen? Well it’s quite obvious really…I sat down.
Yes. I was playing Katamari on the XBox when my dad asked me to google maps something for him. So I got up and got my dear sweet precious MacBook and set it down on the side of the LoveSac so I could sit back down. Done this many times in my life, I’d say. But this particular time was different. I neglected to take into account that I had left the XBox wireless controller on the exact spot of the LoveSac that puffs up violently when you sit down.
So…I sat down, LoveSac puffs up, throws XBox controller into the LCD screen of my poor MacBook. It cracked like a spiderweb.
It’s so sad. I can think of nothing else.
I took it to the Apple store the same day and after waiting for an hour for my appointment at the genius bar, I was told that this is not covered by my warranty or the AppleCare plan (oh really? XBox accidents aren’t covered?) and that I have lost my computer for a week while they fix it. In return for enough money to buy 2 PCs. Which would only make me 1/4 as happy as my MacBook. So I’ll wait. Impatiently. On a Dell, getting frustrated every time I move my two fingers down the trackpad, trying to scroll.
It’s hard waiting for life to be what you want it to be. I don’t feel like I’m passively waiting, either, as if I just expect things to happen for me. I’ve done the work. I’m constantly putting in the time and effort for my life to be where it should right now. And others don’t deliver. I don’t know how to just be stagnant in life. I want to be constantly moving forward. Or like Willy Wonka’s magic button…Up and out.
I think I did something dumb today. I’m too nice to people. Such a sucker.
I am so done. All happy and relaxed.
Man…the two days after graduation have been just as stressful (and more painful) as the days beforehand. It’s hard being home. It feels like a step backward in life, even though I’m only here so I can move forward with my Master’s program.
I think my parents still think of me as a kid, and that I still need them to manage my time and tell me what to do each weekend. I never needed that, and I certainly don’t need or want it now. It’s a foreign concept to them that I am an adult, with a separate and distinct life. Plans included. Plans that shouldn’t have to be dropped any minute to accomodate them. To babysit.
I need my own space. Badly. Michael Jackson BAD-ly.
