I’m getting really impatient.

I want next year to come so soon. It almost doesn’t seem –train of thought stopped—real.

I try to fathom myself on my own living by myself and doing what I want with complete freedom. And I can get an idea, but I can’t really imagine it.

I have to talk to Alicia about orientation on April 1. Then, I have to talk to mom. Hopefully that’ll work out well and we can spend the day together.

I feel like I’m wasting every weekend. If Mary were unattached, I would definitely call her and just see if she wanted to go hang out or something. But if I were to call, Courtney would no doubt be there and that would be really awkward.

This is why I want it to be next year. There will always be something to do and I’ll constantly be busy. I hate the fucking rut I’m in here & now. I want to shake things up in my life. But I’m waiting until next year. I can’t wait.