Hide me under a rock already. I feel so insignificant. I have no real stable job with benefits and I'm no where near being ready for grad school. The most creative energy I've had lately was in a dream and it was still not strong enough to provide something worth writing about. I've gone back to having no exciting weekend plans. OR rather, I get back so early on Friday and Saturday nights that I don't feel like I've actually been out for the evening. And I really have not adjusted well to the amount of times I see friends per week or per month. I understand it's an appropriate post-college/adult amount but that still does not cut it for me. I still haven't figured out if this feeling is a result of the medication or the lifestyle. I want to see at least one friend multiple times a week to tell all of my crazy little daily stories to and to fill my days with something bigger than myself. Is that too much to ask for?

Labels: dreams, instability, post-college, unemployment, writing

Seeing Lindsey last night was really nice but what came afterward really freaked me out. I feel like I need a week full of pick-me-ups to make me feel normal again. I am eternally grateful for my parents and how understanding and unconditional they are with me.

I just finished getting all of my stuff out of Athens so I have more boxes to organize and unpack and things to clean and put away. I've been craving brownies but my sister's kitchen is still new to me and I couldn't find anything to put them in. I wish there was someone I could invite over to help me decorate and eat brownies with me and watch a late night movie and girl talk like this whole summer never happened.

Labels: change, moving, post-college