Having efficiently sabotaged my chances in English by not showing up, my life has degenerated to a non-academic status. Not having a computer on which to waste my nights away should help my overall performance. Also, I am excitingly planning the date of moving away from my hosts of half a year. Next week, sometime. I hope.
I'm worried about Maggie and how her moving is going too.
Work is not overwhelming; slow days help. It seems like everyone there has worked in digital, and now they don't want to have anything to do with it.
Mom, I do want to talk to you about everything, but I am afraid of what you will say about the money, and this horrible schedule makes communication that much more difficult.
Got accepted to Naropa University! w00t!
Seeing a butterfly brought back more memories than you'd think. I realize, now, that I had a good childhood. I just can't remember much of it unless I have some starting point; some trigger. And then this gushing river of images hits. Like a disneyland ride that bombards my senses. I try to steer it towards areas I want to remember, but my vessel takes very wide turns. Sweeping arcs of memory. Bursts of video clips each only a few seconds long. Just enough to get the flavor, hear the excited shout, or feel the emotion. And all of it over in the space of four or five brisk steps on the way to catch the bus. Butterflies are kinda gross when you look at them up close.
