it's about 2:40 in the morning, no classes tomorrow, but tons of errands. hopefully we'll be moving the furniture in our dorm to be more.. liveable. although right now its not that bad, i dont know how long i can actually go with creeping around a bunch of clothes on the floor, my bed in the air, and my computer compressed against the door. don't get me wrong, my roommates are pretty awesome, we're just a bit cluttered. anyways, a lot has been going on lately. making new friends at school is pretty sweet, being on my own is awesome.
but here come's where im a bit stuck. im just sitting around my room, trying to find just something to do with my time. i could read, make hemp bracelets, do some other reading types of things, or i could just do what im doing now: nothing. ive realized there's a lot of waiting to do in life, whether it be for love and relationships, for shuttle buses or traffic, waiting to go home, or most presently, for my laundry. waiting patiently usually makes sense if you want the outcome to be good. say, if i took my laundry out too early, i would be left with a pile of damp clothes, completely unwearable and on the opposite spectrum, if i fully wait out the 60 or so minutes, it'll be warm and fluffy and nice. but does the same go for things that i want? if i wait too long will they still be there to snuggle me?
questions of an only slightly sane me desperate for bed. sorry!
