PATIENTLY PATIENTLY
Over Thanksgiving I went up to Westchester with Alex Fitzgerald and Taylor Hand to spend the holiday with Alex's family. It was wonderfully relaxing and magical and I didn't take any picture because I'm not as cool as I used to be or something. We just ate food and watched TV forever AND JUMPED ON THE TRAMPOLINE I L<3VE THE TRAMPOLINE SO MUCH and we petted all the giant dogs a lot. and we baked many desserts. and I wish I could do these things every day of my life forever.
Technically I could always decide to move back in with my parents and maybe get some kind of minimum-effort-required job and then do nothing but eat and watch movies and pet my cat and bake in my spare time. I could just do those things and try to not think about anything and not worry about going out or buying stuff or meeting people. I could pretend that concepts like "art" and "new york city" and "cool people" didn't exist. My parents might be a little disappointed in me and it might make me a little bit crazier than I already am but I know they wouldn't stand in my way if I really wanted to do this.
just a thought.
anyway, now I'm home and completely overwhelmed with everything I need to do for the next 22 days and sad and overwhelmed and paralyzed and sad. Andrew is still in Omaha.
which makes me just sit and think my thought and not do anything. except eat banana cream pie and drink water with lime juice and play Mappy. I got to round 6 today.
Andrew and I found a roommate for next semester. I have plans for next semester. I am trying to think about how they are good plans but I'm mostly scared of them.
... a thought.
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Here is the advice section:
If you want me to like you don't ever call me at 7 in the morning on a Sunday when you're drunk and have nothing of great importance to say.
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Here is where I ask you for advice:
what should I do?
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Here's a video, remarkable mainly for the fact that it was the first and only you-tube video my mom ever sent to me. I am so proud of my mom for being so technologically advanced and cool. (My dad is too just in different ways).
Technically I could always decide to move back in with my parents and maybe get some kind of minimum-effort-required job and then do nothing but eat and watch movies and pet my cat and bake in my spare time. I could just do those things and try to not think about anything and not worry about going out or buying stuff or meeting people. I could pretend that concepts like "art" and "new york city" and "cool people" didn't exist. My parents might be a little disappointed in me and it might make me a little bit crazier than I already am but I know they wouldn't stand in my way if I really wanted to do this.
just a thought.
anyway, now I'm home and completely overwhelmed with everything I need to do for the next 22 days and sad and overwhelmed and paralyzed and sad. Andrew is still in Omaha.
which makes me just sit and think my thought and not do anything. except eat banana cream pie and drink water with lime juice and play Mappy. I got to round 6 today.
Andrew and I found a roommate for next semester. I have plans for next semester. I am trying to think about how they are good plans but I'm mostly scared of them.
... a thought.
---
Here is the advice section:
If you want me to like you don't ever call me at 7 in the morning on a Sunday when you're drunk and have nothing of great importance to say.
---
Here is where I ask you for advice:
what should I do?
---
Here's a video, remarkable mainly for the fact that it was the first and only you-tube video my mom ever sent to me. I am so proud of my mom for being so technologically advanced and cool. (My dad is too just in different ways).
Labels: advice, alex fitzgerald, fail, plans
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