Whoa man. It has been a stressful couple weeks with my housing situation and the end of the stress eludes me. I hope I’m not being overdramatic like this dude:
A little extreme, no? I feel a need to vent, but I also feel like it’s sloppy to vent. And unladylike. And plus, usually when I do a good vent with people, I feel bad for them afterwords, like I offended them. Like they shouldn’t of had to witness that. I guess that’s what my journal is for. Maybe I’ll go write in my journal where I can be messier. I just wanted to share with you all that I’m having housing woes. But I am determined that won’t stop me from being butterfly stomached and mountain top rushed about going back to school. Indeed, going to graduate school will be a grand adventure. I just know it.