last night, jeremy asked me how I was feeling. answer? peeling, tan, tired, and unsure. off-the-cuff then, but true stretched back and through now. major emphasis on unsure, though the peeling isn't very attractive either.
I'm sitting on the pad of my futon, waiting to be moved out. my room is empty save for what needs to go in the truck. I hate moving. hate, hate, hate. okay, so maybe it is like riding a bike, and you get better as it as you go, but what if you really fucking hate your bike?
tried to get my portfolio back from the anderson today, but no go. I didn't actually expect her to be there at eleven in the AM, but I thought she might have 'em outside. failed miserably at seeing kat, too, though I am glad I got to see everyone last night. actually, I'm glad I got to have a couple extra days up here, though it's playing havoc with my temporality, since I feel like I should be going to class. the empty english building is nice, though, as I well know from the night.
and, by the way, how do I have so much nonsense? I calculated, and I realized that the only *stuff* I really need (and that's barring food and soap and clothes and whatnot) can be condensed to (1) orion, (2) whatever notebooks I'm using [currently, two], (3) pencils, (4) book[s] to read. end. that's it. I haven't been carrying my phone at all of late, and it makes me both happy and more conscious of how other people are on them all the bloody time. having the damn thing is enough - why must I also carry it? fmphrah. nonsense, I say.
they're here.
I'm sitting on the pad of my futon, waiting to be moved out. my room is empty save for what needs to go in the truck. I hate moving. hate, hate, hate. okay, so maybe it is like riding a bike, and you get better as it as you go, but what if you really fucking hate your bike?
tried to get my portfolio back from the anderson today, but no go. I didn't actually expect her to be there at eleven in the AM, but I thought she might have 'em outside. failed miserably at seeing kat, too, though I am glad I got to see everyone last night. actually, I'm glad I got to have a couple extra days up here, though it's playing havoc with my temporality, since I feel like I should be going to class. the empty english building is nice, though, as I well know from the night.
and, by the way, how do I have so much nonsense? I calculated, and I realized that the only *stuff* I really need (and that's barring food and soap and clothes and whatnot) can be condensed to (1) orion, (2) whatever notebooks I'm using [currently, two], (3) pencils, (4) book[s] to read. end. that's it. I haven't been carrying my phone at all of late, and it makes me both happy and more conscious of how other people are on them all the bloody time. having the damn thing is enough - why must I also carry it? fmphrah. nonsense, I say.
they're here.
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