My emotions are slowly overtaking me. I am tired all the time, and have a lot of trouble getting interested in anything right now. I feel as though I’m letting life happen around me. I’m trying to make things happen, but it doesn’t seem that anything is happening. Time is passing and nothing is getting done.
Tomorrow my parents and I travel to one of the schools I’m looking at going to get my art therapy degree. I’m not sold on it, and they both feel that taking me to the campus might give me an idea as to whether or not I feel it’s a good suit for me. It just feels like work to plan and go out and do stuff. I wouldn’t hate it if I ended up really liking this school. It would mean a little bit more time doing coursework as my prerequisites for it, but at least this school hasn’t previously rejected me. That’s nice.
I have belongings strewn all over the house. I must say though, that I did a few things today that were helpful-ish. I did a second coat of paint on my bathroom walls, a year later of course. I then spray painted my towel rack thingies again with white. Then I spray painted some canvases gold. I’m going to do another layer of gold tomorrow after dad leaves and hope that my idea works out.
I’m trying to get everything ready for the big sale on Thursday. 5pm to 9pm. I hope I sell at least $40 worth of stuff. That wouldn’t exactly make me break even. I mean, not even close. But it would cover the cost of my toolbox and maybe a spool of chain. I spent a lot on this shit, so hopefully I’m able to make it back later.
I spent the night at my friend Hannah and Eric’s after partying with my old college and high school friends. It was really nice to see them all again. One of my best friends in high school and I plan on getting dinner on Tuesday, so I hope that still happens. I texted her last night and she did not answer, so I’m hoping she will respond. We’ll see.
I’ll most likely write after the sale, but there is a possibility that I will write more before then. So I can read more stuff that I’ve felt at one point… Maybe I shouldn’t then.