lilybart

I'm getting back that part of me that just really believes in things and people.

I didn't even know it was missing.

I'm taking a year or two off to get that back together and to relocate with my best friends and to read and just think. Also, I just really want to soak up these last few months as an undergrad. I want to work on my thesis, teach my class, go to parties and drink gin, figure out if I'm going to make a go of things with b., sit on the diag with my friend while she chain smokes (and, when it gets cold, rendez-vous at Rendez-vous), pick produce, buy a soy milk maker, go to a football game - maybe even the one against OSU, watch the Woody Allen ouvre, stop using words like "ouvre," and write the next great American novel. (One of these things is a lie.)

My brain is already churning on how I'm going to spend the year or two post grad and, oh, it's fantastic! I'm going to do something good for the world. Something that I would burn out on if I had to do it for the rest of my life but something that I need to get out of my system before I do that thing that's good for my soul.

And, best part, I'm going to live like a real person in the real world.

I've never been more terrified in my life.

I'm so excited.