SOON I make my triumphant return to Hampshire! Guess what day? SATURDAY, Saaaturday, Saturday...!!!

If I ever get a chance, I really want to put a glass of red wine on one of those memory foam mattresses and jump around, just to see if it's true that it doesn't fall over. I bet I could make it fall over... yep.

Anyway, off to the gym then more packing. SATURDAY!

To the voice like a metronome

Guess what? I'M GOIN' BACK TO SCHOOL! Hampshire gave me me a larger grant (it took them long enough to get back me...), and now it would be even be cheaper to go to there than state school. So, while I can't honestly say I'm psyched for the whole school part, I am so excited to get back to everyone there. I miss the place, if not necessarily the institution.

I think, though, that this means I'm going to have to make some serious changes to my academic life. Obviously, something isn't working now. I'm afraid I need to change what I'm studying completely... Not that I'm no longer interested in psych, but I've concluded that I would be much more motivated if I were studying something, I don't know... practical? Useful? I mean, psychology's cool and all, but unless I want to BE a psychologist (which I don't) it's mostly just useful in a more abstract, general sense. Or on Jeopardy. So, who knows how this semester will go.

It feels so strange now to be saying that I'm going back. I knew there was a tiny, tiny chance that I'd go back with sufficient funds, but I never really expected that Hampshire would actually heed my request for more money. I had completely embraced the idea of not going back; I was all settled in for a long, boring stretch of time at home. With the new bill, though, it just seems foolish to pass this up. Even with the time off I always intended to finish school eventually, so I may as well finish according to schedule if I can, right? Right.

Now I just get to have what is sure to be a delightful chat with the housing office. There's no way I'm letting myself be put in a situation like last year; I know I won't be able to pick exactly whom I live with, but I at least want to have some choice. And if they have Rock Band in the house, I'm out.

Wahoo!

And if I face indecision don't let me face it alone

Just realized I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. Not sure yet if I'm ok with that.

I'd swim across Lake Michigan

Sitting in the coffee shop, pretending to work. Really, I'm just thinking about going back to the UK; that's pretty much all I think about lately. Well, that and food, 'cause I'm Fatty.

I talked to Local Mike (aka pre-London Boy) about how he's an immature and inexperienced wimpy asshat, and once I got over my anger we actually had a decent conversation. It was really nice. He also asked if I might want to hang out some time; I'm definitely not going to start dating him again, but considering I no longer have any friends in Charlotte, it might be nice to have someone talk to.

I really wish the man with the small annoying child had picked a table other than the one a foot away from mine. I also wish he hadn't bought his already hyper kid an enormous sugary drink, causing the irritation factor to skyrocket.

Now I gotta get on this essay-writing shit. Dear Lily, these are the last essays you'll write for Christ only knows how long, suck it up and work. Forcefully, Lily.