I'm a little conflicted lately, because I don't really know what I'm doing. I'm going to let that sentence end right there, but once graduation rolls around (one month countdown), I'm...free, I guess. Which is great, yes, but scary. I could head back to Bolivia and teach for a semester. I could pay my mother rent (woo hoo, awesome plan. She keeps talking about me sleeping on the couch, like she's just waiting for me to graduate so she can turn my room into a gym, or something. Knowing mom, probably an homage to marathoning.) while whoring myself out to the insurance business (again) for a month or so, and try to find a longer-term job. Uncle Tom made it clear that he wouldn't be able to take me on full-time, or probably even part-time, and I honestly wouldn't want that anyway. It's just nice to have security, you know?

I've been applying for jobs and internships, but. I know what I'd like (grad school), but what I'd like isn't possible at this point in time. Working for a year or so is, but I have no idea where to go. I do not want to go back to CT, and anywhere else is fair game, I guess. In the US, because I need to have a paying job before I run off to Spain.

I'm also a little tetchy because I really just started taking dance classes at school, and afro-am classes, and theater classes, and I had no idea I would love these things so much. Or that I wouldn't suck. Also, poetry. Something I've actively loathed for years, I'm actually enjoying, thanks to Charles. A fabulous dude - I want to take him home and box him up so I can take him out whenever I want to discuss poetry and charcoal sketches and awesome twin poets from Leads. I've even started writing poetry, which is impressively bad, and amusing. Amusing how seriously I'm taking this, while still being terrible. Seriously gotta love a liberal arts education.