it’s 11:22p but i have to be up for another 40 minutes before i can register for classes next semester… i think.. according to some lady i spoke to over the phone a month ago and if remember our conversation correctly. it doesn’t look like one of my mandatory prerequisites has any open sections.. and that i have to schedule another from 9:00a-1:00p every Saturday from January through May. part of me immediately questioned whether i will be able to maintain sanity, but i know that initial reaction was just my laziness in backlash against what will be 5 months of business followed hopefully by 3 months of leisure. my laundry is wet in the washer. i have 7 pages of personal statement written, the same substance of my essay written twice on separate documents with different introductions and the same mangled ending. it just isn’t flowing properly. i woke up late today (9:33a) and took a long nap this evening. both are atypical behaviors. and fuck it if i didn’t feel heartbroken again today, and fuck me if i keep plunging heartfirst into completely unrealistic romantic situations. two friends of mine launched their dream to sail around the world together a few months ago (read about their inspiring adventures here), did you read that properly? TO SAIL AROUND THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD TOGETHER, yet i find it difficult to write a 4-page essay on why being a therapist is a good fit for me. a few weeks ago i decided to cut all of the bullshit out of my life, but if i actually did that it seems i would be excising the majority of… well, me.
