An Awfully Big Adventure

I never thought I'd get senioritis, and yet with the coming of Spring and the realization that, yes, I get to be a grown up soon, I find myself aching to get the hell out of here. I also realized that I use to many commas. Lack of production work this semester (well, this year, really), and a disastrous relationship which has left me more angry than I originally thought (turns out he's still telling lies about me. Wanker.), and I'm aching for something fulfilling, something that means something. I'm ready to live.

The one good thing about being with JB was that it gave me hope for the future; he wanted me to come and live with him when he went to grad school, which seemed like a wonderful idea at the time - it's new! it's exciting! it's something to look forward to when I had no idea what else to do after graduation! In retrospect I realize how out of character it was for me - I've never been the type to latch onto people, and the only reason I did it here was because it was the prospect of a future, which I didn't have before. I know now that all I needed was a goal, a prospect, a mission. And I have one.

I can't wait to get out and have an adventure. This is all sounding very Romantic, which isn't really my taste, but I've been a cynic for a long time, so I'm allowed this one thing. I'm going to move to a strange city on my own. I'm going to write a novel. I'm going to work for Disney. I'm going to get my Equity card. I'm ridiculously excited.