housing for next year: still no closer to settled.

job for this summer: still have no idea.

amount of work to do in the next month: steadily increasing.

various girl issues: nothing wrong there but still, nothing’s certain.

i think these are the reasons people develop ulcers. i’m sitting here at my desk listening to music and just staring into space trying not to let the feeling in my stomach get any worse, trying to think about where to begin sorting things out for the near future. and don’t even get me started on trying not to think about what happens a year from now when i’m about to finish my education and dive into the great beyond . . .

i can’t stop picturing myself taking the first sure-fire, steady paying opportunity i get because i’m too afraid nothing better will turn up, and then being horribly bitter for years afterward that i’m not doing something either more exciting, more prestigious, more glamorous, or at least higher-paying, after spending so much time, effort and money going to this big fancy private school with its shiny reputation and eye-popping tuition bills. this is my biggest fear right now, and it’s still a whole year away.

damn you, real world, for encroaching on my fanciful college student existence.