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so i'm going away...kind of.
Sep. 16th, 2004 10:07 pmWell, I'm still not exactly packed...mostly, though. I think I'll probably have to come back next weekend and get a few things I've forgotten (I'm thinking staying in Seattle is a blessing at this point), and maybe to clean my room as well. Hah. Never free of that. I wanted to pack everything up and then clean my room thoroughly, but that didn't happen. Also tomorrow night I will probably be sleeping in a sleeping bag, as my new comforter hasn't come yet. (Mmm. But new comforter a v. good thing...)
This is supposed to be a big transition point, right? All I feel at the moment is a bit tired and curious as to where my checkbook got to and wondering what on earth I'm going to remember I need as soon as my parents drive away tomorrow afternoon.
Although I am actually excited. Danica (my roommate) called today to ask when I was coming to the dorm tomorrow--so I meet her tomorrow morning, the person I'm going to live with for ten months, and I don't know her...it's a little bizarre. Just a a little.
Apparently I'm auditioning for choir tomorrow as well...who knew? I sent in a card saying I was interested and when I got home yesterday there was a message from the director saying she wanted to set up an appointment to talk to me and hear me sing. Eeep. I think it's just to find out if I can carry a tune, though. Which I can. Without a bucket. But I also want to find out about theater (suffering withdrawal!) and that equestrian team, and, and...
There's too much good stuff to do. I keep running up against this wall of impossibility of fitting everything I want to do into my life...which I guess is a good sort of wall to run up against, if I have to run up against something. The problem isn't that I don't know what I want to do. It's that I don't know what I don't want to do. (Well, I don't want to be an engineer. Or a trial lawyer. Or a principal of a school.)
I was sitting on the floor packing this morning and having a cross-house conversation with my mother about banks and depositing checks of my income and everything, in the midst of which she said, "you've made a hundred and forty dollars acting this year..." and I zoned everything else out to revel in the beauty of that statement. I have made (earned, worked for) a hundred and forty dollars acting (on stage, my dream) this year. Which means I get to start saying I'm a paid actor on my tax forms, and deducting acting class tuition from my taxes. Haha! Anyway, it made me all happy and bubbly inside.
I feel like I ought to write a big shoutout to all my friends and everything before I go away to college...but while I like reading them and appreciate them from afar, I can never really get them right. I can't incapsulate in a few words how much I love people. Shauna says, write a sentence that comes as close to the experience of the sentence as possible. I would be trying to write something that came as close to the experience of you as possible, and I just can't do it.
Rest assured that I love you all, with a love that is deep and bubbly and makes me grin with happiness. For everyone who's gone away or going away, I miss you and hope you are having a fabulous time wherever you are. If you're still in the city, I'll be seeing you. It'll be harder and crazier, but I'll see you.
My new address:
# 306 Xavier Hall
1110 E. Spring St.
Seattle WA 98122
WRITE TO ME. I love getting things in the mail like I love few other things, and if you write to me and I have your address I promise you will get something in return.
That's all. I'm going to college now.
This is supposed to be a big transition point, right? All I feel at the moment is a bit tired and curious as to where my checkbook got to and wondering what on earth I'm going to remember I need as soon as my parents drive away tomorrow afternoon.
Although I am actually excited. Danica (my roommate) called today to ask when I was coming to the dorm tomorrow--so I meet her tomorrow morning, the person I'm going to live with for ten months, and I don't know her...it's a little bizarre. Just a a little.
Apparently I'm auditioning for choir tomorrow as well...who knew? I sent in a card saying I was interested and when I got home yesterday there was a message from the director saying she wanted to set up an appointment to talk to me and hear me sing. Eeep. I think it's just to find out if I can carry a tune, though. Which I can. Without a bucket. But I also want to find out about theater (suffering withdrawal!) and that equestrian team, and, and...
There's too much good stuff to do. I keep running up against this wall of impossibility of fitting everything I want to do into my life...which I guess is a good sort of wall to run up against, if I have to run up against something. The problem isn't that I don't know what I want to do. It's that I don't know what I don't want to do. (Well, I don't want to be an engineer. Or a trial lawyer. Or a principal of a school.)
I was sitting on the floor packing this morning and having a cross-house conversation with my mother about banks and depositing checks of my income and everything, in the midst of which she said, "you've made a hundred and forty dollars acting this year..." and I zoned everything else out to revel in the beauty of that statement. I have made (earned, worked for) a hundred and forty dollars acting (on stage, my dream) this year. Which means I get to start saying I'm a paid actor on my tax forms, and deducting acting class tuition from my taxes. Haha! Anyway, it made me all happy and bubbly inside.
I feel like I ought to write a big shoutout to all my friends and everything before I go away to college...but while I like reading them and appreciate them from afar, I can never really get them right. I can't incapsulate in a few words how much I love people. Shauna says, write a sentence that comes as close to the experience of the sentence as possible. I would be trying to write something that came as close to the experience of you as possible, and I just can't do it.
Rest assured that I love you all, with a love that is deep and bubbly and makes me grin with happiness. For everyone who's gone away or going away, I miss you and hope you are having a fabulous time wherever you are. If you're still in the city, I'll be seeing you. It'll be harder and crazier, but I'll see you.
My new address:
# 306 Xavier Hall
1110 E. Spring St.
Seattle WA 98122
WRITE TO ME. I love getting things in the mail like I love few other things, and if you write to me and I have your address I promise you will get something in return.
That's all. I'm going to college now.
