Sunday, June 14, 2009

heavier things

Saturday night.  I'm sitting in the 24 hour copy store/coffee shop studying.  My mind keeps drifting.  I'm so overwhelmed most of the time.  I don't know how I'm managing to keep it together.  I have hardly any time to spend with friends and the last several conversations with my parents have been curt and short.  Very down to business.  Only official matters and pressing things are taken care of.

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Last week I received an email about going to Boston for an interview.  I replied with questions about if I would be compensated for the travel, etc.  No response.  I haven't had time to actually call during business hours.  I keep thinking in the far reaches of my brain that I've ruined any chance I've had by asking such questions.  No matter how logical and completely expected the questions were.  I can't help but wonder...

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I started packing up some of my books and cold weather clothes and will  slowly be taking them to my parents place when I can.  I don't know what else to do.  I'm trying not to think about it, but as I approach graduation I feel I need to be getting ready... for something.  Only I have no idea what for.  Packing makes me feel as if  I've made progress.  If only towards moving out of my current apartment.

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What's around the bend?  I've never really had a concrete idea or picture of what life would be like after college.  I honestly never could truly envision myself finishing.  Now what?  What do you do when you reach the end of any foreseeable path?  What if you can't see the next part of the trail?  Am I not looking hard enough?

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I whipped out my tools and fixed the door knob/hinges to my bedroom and closet doors today.  I also worked on the toilet... again.  I felt better.  I felt like I'd done something right.  Perhaps I should just become a handiwoman.  Even if this is the 100th time I've messed with the toilet in the past year.  Maybe I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'll be damned if we put a work order in.  It's not leaking, just needs some help every now and then.  I then walked around trying to find some reason to use my power drill.  What I should really do is patch the holes I covered with a tapestry  from the last time I just drilled for the sake of drilling.  Drill, baby, drill.  Sarah Palin would be so proud.

Back to work.

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