I want to say this. It is August, 2010.
I am starting my last year of college.
I feel good about this year. I feel a strong drive to push myself in my classes. I want to create work I am proud of, that represents my interests in the realm of design. I want to enjoy my time with my friends.
My room is organized, I know where things are. My house has space, and three different ways to make coffee (and it will have four when I reclaim my french press).
It’s not that I expect to get everything I want this year. I don’t expect that at all. I think I’m just at that point where I am understanding what I can control, and what is out of my reach.
I am learning new things, attempting to curb my tendency to procrastinate, starting my 5 year diary, and hopefully, kicking ass in school this year, whatever that means. And for those other, less studious times, I have a 6 pack of Great Lakes in my fridge, and a bottle of whiskey on the shelf.
