In The Spring

I drank last night. Not completely heavily but I did just for the sake of doing it. I think I was celebrating and dealing. Dropped my Spanish course last night. I couldn't get myself to spend yet another two and a half hours in there. I miss my summer professor and I'll be looking to take her class in the spring.

Meanwhile, I've got plenty of other stuff on my plate. This whole moving thing is something. One way or another... it's something. And I can't wait. Just hope there are people around who can help me move when it comes time to move. I'm sure it'll all work out.

And I can't wait to move on. Can't wait to get certain things out of my face, out of my life. Can't wait to start my own patterns, the way I want them, not around mom and dad's or my ex's. Mine - all mine.