Well, I think I've decided to tell
Stanford I'm taking a year off. The plan is to apply for a job at the
Asian Art Museum, and then reapply to
Berkeley in the
winter. (Wait, do we have winter here?) Stanford is just an
option I'm keeping open. So, this will be
my first job, whatever I end up doing. Should be
interesting, at least. All that depends, of course, on getting a home. I would just love to live in a
flat in one of the utterly fabulous
Victorian houses in
Alameda--which I do think was
maligned in the main
writeup about it. It is a little like a
small town, yes, but it's right between
San Francisco and
Oakland, isolated from the
traffic and
troubles of the big cities, and it has its own
beach. Very
cool, or so I think.
Yes, I'm 22 and I've never had a real
job. It makes me feel
shiftless or something. So I'm worried about how I'll handle that, and also
what to wear when I get to see
Starrynight in a few days. Yeah, it's
silly, I'm sure, but I'm stuck in this crummy
motel with only the clothes I brought with me, and I have major
appearance issues anyway. :p
BHOT.
And little
inspiration. You would think I would have done things in all this
downtime, written more
postcards or made lots of posts to my
PBEM RPG or worked on
art projects, but no. Somehow all of this cloudy uncertainty just seems to drain all of my
energy away, and I am completely
uninspired and
unmotivated. I don't even feel like
constructive noding. eh.