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I just scratched everything I wrote. College education has ruined me. It has burnt me out and blunted my creativity. I can't pick it back up even though I want to. I feel like I've taken all the color of my teenage years and thrown it in the washing machine countless times until it all faded to grey. Try as I may to inject ink back into those pores, it all leaks and leaves ugly, gaudy smears on my fingers. I am a mess. I am on vacation now. Real vacation. Perhaps the only real vacation I will have ever, for the rest of my life. Well, no. That's not true. I will be on vacation again in a month's time. But I will still be working part time, hoping to save money for furniture. A microwave. May be a new rug. Yes, you read that right. Not new shoes. Not earrings. Rugs, pots and may be a new set of cutlery?
I am moving again. This time to Iowa City. A quaint little hippieville that I will call home for the next half decade or so. I am nervous and excited about the move and the new school and, like, oh my god, oh my god, the new dinnerware set!! The simple joys of the early twenties.
I want to read. I NEED to read. But all I can do is get on the internet, get on Facebook and plead for attention from virtual friends and giggle at kitty porn.
I want to clean the house. Cook food. Real food, the kind that does not come prepackaged with a cheese powder pouch. I want to do all these great things, soak up sunshine before another eternal winter engulfs the pole... but I am on my couch, under my quilt, on my computer, eating Ramen.
I am reading, was reading, a beautiful book called Red Dust Road by Jackie Kay. It is the kind of book you fall in love with. Beautifully detailed, funny, and personal. Not the Princess Diaries kind of personal, but the "here's some sulfuric on your bones" kind of personal. May be if I finish it I will tell you more about it.
I graduated last Saturday. I feel relieved. I am now the proud owner of a funny hat.
I saw Opeth live in concert on Wednesday. It was probably one of the best two hours of my life.
Other than that, life has been it's usual boring and slow self. Did I mention that I bought a pair of shorts?
