Don't tell me you have no 'Future house/Dream apt" board. If you don't thats just awkward because I do. I have both.
My point? If you knew or didn't know already I will be living at home next semester. Yawn/Barf/Tissues is the feeling I usually get when I think of that.
Will I become depressed? Sure freakin' hope not.
Will I get a job? This broke betch better.
Will I be successful? What does that even mean anymore. Everyone has a different definition.
I decided that if I was going to be at home 24/7, I needed a change. Sort of like a girl cuts her hair and dyes it after a break up. Yeah, that whole feeling funky fresh kicked in. I didn't dye my hair though. Except this is a remind that I need to soon... (Damn my strawberry blonde-ness that hasn't appeared since I was a baby). I decided to redo my room. Not all. It's sort of in the process/sort of not. I just added my desk that was hiding in the good ole garage. Obviously needed to