I got back from being in Ashland over night, visiting Cameron. He’s been building kites with his students for art, so he had the prototype that we flew with his neighbors in the field behind the apartments. I can’t wait for the days when I don’t have to drive an hour and fifteen minutes just to spend time with my boyfriend and our “married people” friends. Angst, angst, angst.
Still packing for the big move. I don’t care so much about moving, because I’ve done it for four years; but I don’t like the house and I don’t like how much money I’m going to be spending on gas in getting to school. I don’t want to live with my parents anymore, I want to move to Ashland and be with Cameron. But, I’ve been bitching about that to just about anyone who’ll listen.
Other news? Language classes start in less than a week. Still don’t have a full- or part-time job. I suck.
I’m boring, I have nothing to say.