i cleaned up my room tonight after elliot and i did our laundry. i can finally see the floor now. we've been here for 3 weeks and it feels like a bedroom at last. i took pictures cause i'm a herb.
last night was spent telling ghost stories, playing cards and drinking beer. it was like a fourth grade sleepover party except we didn't have to worry about waking my mom up.
also i saw the little mermaid on broadway yesterday. it was alright.
i'm at work right. it's boring but i get to read because not a lot is going on. i plan on reading 4 books this summer. it's really sad that i don't read as much as i used to. i'm boring.
my dreams romanticize relationships i have with people. it's both intriguing and annoying at the same time. it gives me butterflies and makes me think, "You shithead, it was a dream. this won't happen." but thinking back on it entertains me none the less.
hopefully if my background check works out, i'll be interning at DC Comics. things feel like they can work out for once.
classes are over, i mostly moved out of willoughby into the apartment i'll be staying at for the summer with elliot. i have to pay for it on my own and since the market for a job hasn't been friendly to me, i'm getting worried about paying for this place. it's small but cozy and i think it will be a good place for me to be productive.
i got worried about life again. thinking about things ending and beginning; it made me wish that i could start over as a teenager again. but who would really go through with that?
things are fucking changing and i act like the only person whose so worried about it.