It’s as weird as I thought and as scary as I thought and as big as I thought; but also normal and tame and comforting and small. I haven’t had a single problem getting lost but I’m having a hard time feeding myself and relaxing. I’ve got three blisters on my feet (including one on the tip of my big toe) and being alone makes me feel like I have to hustle everywhere; there’s no one to chat with or stroll but maybe that’s just this city. I was nervous for good reason but it’s really not that big of a deal - I just wish it was easier to narrow down my choices and I wish I had someone to help me make decisions (which is just a typical Life thing for me, too).
I’m having a good time.
i feel first-date terrified (regretting saying yes; not wanting to go) but i’m going
i got the thing i wanted and i’m going to a new place and i want to cry and the girl you held hands with when you couldn’t hold hands with me showed up on my facebook feed
it’s gonna be ok tomorrow when i get there
i need a writing friend, someone who will read my shit whenever
(i am currently writing the most important thing i’ve ever written if that interests you)
Not today. Monday at the earliest?
Tinder is like people watching from the safest distance possible
and it’s embarrassing but cool to know that people think I’m cute/whatever people think when they swipe right???
this is such a fucking stupid app but I WILL KEEP PLAYING UNTIL ONE OF THESE IDIOTS MESSAGES ME
- drive to Chico and pick up Emma
- drive home
- hang out with Nick
- Marissa’s wedding
- drive back to Chico and drop off Emma
- drive back to Ashland
- Russell visits
- play reading
- Two Gents with Sarah & Russell?
- Russell leaves
- Ben visits?
- drive to CA
- take a red eye flight to New York
- fly back to CA
- drive to OR
- perform Titus Andronicus
- SCHOOL STARTS
- Drunken City rehearsals
- meet my freshmen den babies
and by this time next week, the OSF honchos will have made their final decisions