the process is killing me
May 23, 2002 at 10:08 a.m.
Good morning, world.
I have entered your realm of pop culture and I proclaim it is good. Boo-ya for the Star Wars movie!!!
MattDavis had got free tix from his band boosters plus a big gift certificate to Jonny Carinos so we made quite the night of it. Although I could have done without all the nasty sausage jokes, you sick, sick people.
Had a splendid lesson yesterday. My teacher is feeling positive and he's happy about my forthcoming recital, and he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, so there's nothing to do but be extra positive, woohoo.
Except for the fact that I am massively freaking out about moving in a week and I have realized there is nowhere to put my huge amount of worldly possesions and I hate packing and I hate feeling obligated to do so much fun stuff when honestly, all I wan to do is curl up and cry.
And I've been doing a bit of that, too.
My teacher says I'm pretty so I won't feel out of place with all the pretty people in Arizona. That campus is so beautiful it's intimidating. I am so freaking intimidated.
People move all the time. No one stays in the same place, unless they're dull. So I am not getting bleary about moving once again. This is the time in my life when you travel and do exciting things every few months in a different place and...
have your dad tell you that you are going to be working this summer so you can buy a van.
*getting ill*
I've been toting the love mobile around for so long, just so I can finally get my own car and I'm supposed to get.. a van??
"you won't have to use a trailer when you move!"
Oh joy. To help with my continual moving process, I'm going to get a massive vehicle that helps for 2 days and then for the rest of the year I get to try and find parking for it on campus and spend every penny I have on gas? I am a dangerous little driver - do NOT give me more ammunition! A big car like that with me behind the wheel?
I am so staying here. I give up. I'm staying here and I'm never moving out and I'm going to get thrown in jail for squatting, but there's nothing else I can do. My head is going to explode otherwise.
On a bright note - I will be playing the Thong Song at a wedding on Saturday.
Oh yes.
Life IS beautiful.
SUPERCRACK will cope...