i am home FINALLY!
realized: i own too much stuff. too much clothing. too many shoes. i wear NONE of it. i’ve survived without most of it for the past 8 months, so i’m throwing it all out (sell, donate, whatever) in the next two months.
not rid of the excess clothing yet but SO SO happy to be rid of my foolish french roommate, who melted my spatula and claimed that she owned my knives within 24 hours.
“um, did you pack the knives? i’m pretty sure they were mine.”
“absolutely not. i am 500% sure they are mine. my mom gave them to me and i can REMEMBER the conversation preceding the giving of the knives.”
“well, they’re mine but whatever i’m not going to fight about knives. i don’t have anything to cut with.”
“a) pretty sure you started this knife fight and b) that is what your teeth were designed for.”
(didn’t actually say the last one. knife fight, har har)
practicum starts tomorrow AHHHH i’m sure it will be fine but i’m half nervous and half tired that i’m working for free AGAIN. the world really loves having me work for free, maybe i’ll just be homeless and unfed and work for free forever. (again, last part is a lie) (next time i won’t indicate which parts are lies so my life just seems more ridiculous and/or exciting).
