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silverfae9) wrote2002-03-19 11:28 am
silverfae9) wrote2002-03-19 11:28 am
Spinning turrets of pure spite
Right now, I should be in Developmental Psychology. On my way to the registrar's office, I saw Lauren (my professor), and now I feel like a bad, bad person. Ostenibly, I'm home to work on my annotated bibliography for 18th century and Restoration Lit that's due on Thursday, but alas, I'm a big slacker.
I'm not sure that I want to go straight to grad school after I graduate next April. I'm kinda burnt out on school right now. But how do I know that I'll ever go back? I don't know what I want to do. My brain hurts.
I did, indeed, go to Pete's house the other night, which makes me feel slightly less homocidal. This translates into "I no longer want to poke the eyes out of the next thing I see with eyes." Well, maybe that's not exactly accurate. I do, but I'm no longer carrying a fork around with me for that express purpose.
I don't want to move to Chicago. I want to move to Seattle...this is where I've wanted to move to for years. As much fun as the Art Institute sounds...I dont know that it's worth the angst invovled. Maybe I'm just looking too far in the future, because this all depends on Pete, and who knows that I'll even be with him in another year? I'm just worried, I guess, that I'll end up like the rest of my family. They're all stuck in a place they don't want to be living lives that, for most of them, they don't want to live. I'm afraid of being stuck.
Also, I don't understand the Sims phenomena. We got more memory put in my computer (only to find out that the cd Hayden made me was crap and the problem in and of itself), so I have Pete's copy and have played with it some. And, while it's amusing...I don't see it ruling my life. It's only fun when I have something else to do while it's existing.
Ah well-to work with me!
I'm not sure that I want to go straight to grad school after I graduate next April. I'm kinda burnt out on school right now. But how do I know that I'll ever go back? I don't know what I want to do. My brain hurts.
I did, indeed, go to Pete's house the other night, which makes me feel slightly less homocidal. This translates into "I no longer want to poke the eyes out of the next thing I see with eyes." Well, maybe that's not exactly accurate. I do, but I'm no longer carrying a fork around with me for that express purpose.
I don't want to move to Chicago. I want to move to Seattle...this is where I've wanted to move to for years. As much fun as the Art Institute sounds...I dont know that it's worth the angst invovled. Maybe I'm just looking too far in the future, because this all depends on Pete, and who knows that I'll even be with him in another year? I'm just worried, I guess, that I'll end up like the rest of my family. They're all stuck in a place they don't want to be living lives that, for most of them, they don't want to live. I'm afraid of being stuck.
Also, I don't understand the Sims phenomena. We got more memory put in my computer (only to find out that the cd Hayden made me was crap and the problem in and of itself), so I have Pete's copy and have played with it some. And, while it's amusing...I don't see it ruling my life. It's only fun when I have something else to do while it's existing.
Ah well-to work with me!