Random Musings of an Uninspired Muse.

So, its been a few days since I've updated anything here. Truth be told, I really dont find any of this to be particularly interesting, but I guess later on after a few months it'll be fun to go back and read this stuff.

Graduation practice was...well, graduation practice. I keep hearing everyone say that it has or it hasn't hit them yet that they are graduating, but I dont know if Im in shock or if Im just, you know, immune to it or something. Like, graduation for me right now feels so anti-climatic. I've been expecting it, I know its coming, but Im not anticipating it converse to what I've been telling everyone. When people at church and at work and stuff ask me if Im ready to graduate, Im all "Yeah, Im super excited! I cant wait!" In reality Im just ready to get it over with. The only reason i dont say otherwise is because its what everyone expects to hear, that a future graduate is excited to leave. I dunno, Im not saying its not important, Im just not anticipating it or anything. Maybe it will hit me tomorrow.

Another thing is going to school in July. I hate to seem so anti-social and ready to leave Rutherford County (which I am), I just have the feeling that I'm projecting myself as being aloof and better than this place. I do love Rutherford County, and I love North Carolina period, I just dont want to be here for the rest of my life. And lately it seems that I've been more and more eager to leave, which has nothing to do with anything or anyone here. It's more of a personal thing. As opposed to graduation, I am SO ready to go to Atlanta its not even funny. It's going to feel weird starting so early, and Im going to miss everyone alot, but well. I've been trying to express that sentiment but it really hasnt been going through, I dont think.

In other news, my room is even worse than it was before. And when I mean even worse, I mean that my bed is completely unusable. I'd smother in my own clothes and papers if I tried to sleep in it, which is kind of why I stayed at Traci's place last night. Its futile, trying to clean that room. No matter how much crap I throw away, It seems like more and more just keep poring out of the orifices under my bed and from the depths of my closet. Im convinced that my room is the black-hole portal to which some trash-ridden planet tosses their crap.

Anyway, thats all the complaining I have left to do today.