I’ve been busy working on my internship/job here in Texas. Having a great time all the while but really missing home, Ryan, Mr. Belvedere and my friends.
Yeah, so working a lot, hanging with my grandparents who are fantastic and figuring out my future.
As of this moment, right now, as I lounge in bed watching Dead Like Me on Hulu… I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that it is completely feasible that as of this December, I will be motherfucking done with the University of Missouri.
Now, I don’t hate the university or anything, it’s just that it kinda hates me. I figure, it’s best for both of us for me to get out, asap.
Therefore, by the end of this summer, I will have completed 12 hours of summer school. Yes, the limit by statute of the University is 9 hours and that’s only if you get permission to take over 7. I worked my way into it.
So yes, maybe I graduate in December. Then? Oh crap, that’s where I start to freak out. The plan of course is to move back to the golden hills of California.
Yes, the beautiful hills of California. They’re golden because they’re starving for water, not because they’re full of gold. That’s so California 1849.
Soon I should hear back from my advisor who will tell me if I graduated in December or May. Either way, I’m getting the hell out of Dodge and moving on with my life with Ryan. We’ve even casually looked at some homes to buy in the city! Exciting right?
But what will I do for work? Continue my work for the Agency? Start my own company? Do I even THINK about photography much less graduate school at Stanford?
Life is so full of questions, obligations and unknowns.
But… Let’s worry about those as they happen. Right now I need to get back to bed. Busy day ahead of me!