Here we go, back to an old blog. While I listen to "Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears. It's a throwback to my freshman and sophomore years of college. I feel at about that place right now, where everything is half-planned and half-strewn about in front of me. Charleston is winding down, and I'm making my plans to leave. Where I'm going next year, God knows. I've picked the places to apply the year following, but next year? The perennial early twenties dilemma.

Not JET. (Nope.) Hopefully Japan. I don't think I will watch Lost In Translation again until I find out whether or not I'm going.

Ways to keep my mind off all of this:
-The Marie-Antoinette Trailer. More like a music video, but probably the most entertaining trailer I've ever seen.
-Remembering how Oprah controls the publishing world. This whole James Frey incident is fucking awesome. Although I'm not working within any longer, I love how it's all turning out. After brilliant public humiliation, will Frey turn back to his former lifestyle?
-Teaching kids to read. Hard as diamonds and more. I don't think I would ever make it as a full time teacher, but 8 hours a week with third graders and books like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is consuming my mind. It gives me the ultimate respect for my mother, Sarah, Dolan, and every other teacher in the world. I haven't been this challenged in about a year. It fucking rocks.

And returning:
There are little goals. As I generally work in the afternoon and evening, I have certain things to accomplish before two thirty or four thirty or whenever I have to go in. Today: 1.) dye my hair 2.) fill out a rebate form and walk to the mailbox. They don't always get accomplished.

When your goal is walking to the mailbox (yup), sometimes you feel like the laziest person on earth.

I'm not.

Perhaps I just can't go much farther than the mailbox right now.

That's a stupid excuse.