GET UP, GET OUT & DO SOMETHING.

I'm feeling all out of sorts again. It's weird. Maybe it's the gloomy weather.

First I happy. Then I'm sad. Then I'm bored. Then I think of 37 projects. Then I'm tired. I don't know.

I am sooooooo ready for this apartment to be finished. I think I'm down to the final stretch, just waiting for funding. I forgot how exausting all of this crap was.

I miss the old routine. Maybe I need to get some exercise. Maybe Macy Gray was right and I just need to get off my rapidly expanding ass.

Alas, I know not.


Edited to add:
WTF? I just got some SCAD mail with the new address on it. The letter begins 'Dear Prospective Student'. Sigh.
I also got someone else's teenVogue.

I guess that explains it. I have regressed to the age of 17 without realizing it. I will now spend my days in high school english class, plotting a way to make it out of this no-name town and passing notes asking friends if my butt really looks big in these jeans. With this regression comes the added fun of many, varied mood swings. This also explains away this rather virulent bout with acne I've been dealing with.

So there you go.