Wisdom from a phone call and a YM magazine, of all places. 2003-07-23 - 3:26 p.m.
SWEET HOLY MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS.
In a few days time, I will have in my hot little hands the paperwork for a furnished 1 BR apartment just a hop, skip, and/or jump away from the music building on a faraway campus.
Shit shit shit shit SHIT.
Now I have to figure out which one of my parents to beg to transport me and my crap to Grad Schoolville. Granted this would mean a much longer haul for my mom, who was just here, and is now all the way back in Hickville. If I was good at planning things out (or not being too depressed to plan things out) I guess I would have headed south with her. But this is me we're talking about here...
This morning before werk I was reading what I thought was this month's YM magazine in the breakroom. It was actually the April issue, but it was open to the horoscope page, and mine was particularly relevant:
"Virgo (August 23 - September 22): You ditch your normal routine and open yourself up to different friends and experiences. As an earth sign, this isn't easy (your lunch has been PB&J with the crusts cut off since forever), but you're motivated. You'll also be much less judgemental than usual. The victims of your frequent criticism will appreciate your newfound open-mindedness.
And for fun:
"If you're single: You have a lot in common with a reliable Capricorn you meet at school. It's infatuation at first sight.
Lucky days: 4, 18, 23"
Hehe. But yeah:
SHIT.
This morning I was was running to catch the bus as I normally do, I said a little prayer. Yes, this circumstance is too unusual for me. I asked God/Buddha/Allah/Mother Nature/R2D2/Bill Clinton/ Ben & Jerry for the strength to continue being brave and not mopey. *begin bad metaphor alert* For too long I've been a spectator at the great game of life. Now it's time to suit up and play. *end bad metaphor alert*
Naptime. Calling people I don't know still stresses me the fuck out.