So I decided that in August I'm moving to Hawaii.
Until then, I have to bulk up my resume as much as possible. So in May, I'll go to bartending school. I'll get as much money as I can working up here and then hop on a plane and pretty much just be home for Christmas.
Rewind to today. I just get home from Orlando Florida. Within 3 hours of being back last night I almost get into a fight with three people. I have a daunting task list of not too many things but just a few really really important things. I have to apply to the New School by Friday so that I don't have to worry about it over the break. The only thing delaying me is my lack of inspiration for my personal statement and my headshot.
I have to decide if I want to go home to decorate the Christmas tree this year. I hate that this season has been haunted by past year's memories. This is my favorite season and I feel emotionally unable to enjoy it for multiple reasons.
Everyone is sick. Including myself.
On a less-than-serious note, I got drunk in Epcot Thursday night and fell in Italy because I thought there was a step there. I had terrible hot chocolate and a flight that was delayed in the air Friday. Flying in circles waiting to land is probably my least favorite thing in the world.
I do not like boats. Or planes. Or driving fast, for that matter. Trains are nice but take too long.
On the more positive note, I enjoy traveling a great deal so I guess my fears/level of uncomfortable won't ever stop me.
This post is a splattering of tangents. Woe.
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