there and back again. here I sit in my bedroom filled with my books and vinyl and pictures and sweaters; nothing keeps my head from wondering away from here. kalamazoo is the same place as I left it and that's not a bad thing. I realized quickly that I had missed this place. okay I'm lying, I missed the people, my family being so close, close friends, close proximity to comfort and ect. I said it, I like it here.
but, being back, what am I to do but think ahead. what's next?
well, all I know for now is that I am here for at least another year finishing school and then who knows. I could end up staying longer, but that will all come with availability of work and level of confidence I find myself with. for now I am comfortable.
these days have been filled with laziness and heat. one summer class, no job, no money, and a volunteer spot on the college radio station fills my time accordingly. I barely make any time for the one class I am taking. I hope I can pass it. I need to pass it. I MUST pass it. there is no way around it. I laugh because it's a creative writing class. how can you fail a creative writing class in the summer for god's sake? well, its a scriptwriting class and I am two weeks and twenty pages behind where I should stand. procrastination has followed me my entire life and the stoned summer sun does nothing to help.
it is 4:59 am and it is obnoxious that I am still up and have yet squeeze out any substance on this script. blah.
also, I might try more diligently in my efforts to write a blog. I just might.
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