Gonna Make It Through This Year

One of the most opportune songs I've come across in a while.

"Gonna Make it through This Year" -Great Lake Swimmers.

Because

Yes.

I will make it through this year.

Both 2010, and the 2010-2011 school year.

I can do it.

So much to be said in yet another procrastination blog.

Because at this very moment,

I'm supposed to be writing an essay.

The Word document is literally open.

There's the little MLA formatting, and a title

But no real words.

No substance yet.

Because I can't write a damn thesis to save my life.

It's true.

I'm not a thesis writer.

I cannot boldly proclaim my stance on historic or literary types of things.

An example: "THE AMERICAN COLONISTS RESISTED BRITISH RULE FOR VARIOUS REASONS BLAH BLAH BLAH."

It's direct.

Bold in its proclamation.

I always go: "Well perhaps a reason for colonial resistance due to these acts was something quite possibly like this:"

I'm wimpy in my thesis stating.

Anyway.

I have intriguing news on yet another superbly fantastic night.

Because my friends are awesome and I love them, and they can manage to pull me out of any gloomy pit I get into.

We basically covered the sidewalk in front of Beehive Books in chalk drawings, inspirational sayings, etc.

Our awesome artistic efforts stretch well beyond the reaches of Beehive's sidewalk.

We drew heart on some of the building's bricks.

I wrote "Dance in the street" IN the street.

You know, sort of off to the side, not in the middle.

And people stopped and looked at them and it was lovely and amazing.

And I have pictures of A TON OF THEM.

And then Marie and I later proceeded to write secrets on slips of paper and fold them up, some into paper cranes even.

We gave them to people we didn't know.

Or placed them in little discreet-ish places downtown.

It was amazing.

I'm quite proud of what we've done.

The cutest defacing of property in the history of forever?

I should say so.

It's still there.

So if anyone is so inclined,

Go look at the drawings.

Also,

I'm feeling quite peppy actually,

I am going to the fair for the first time ever today. And I'm quite excited. Although, you know, it's the fair. It can't be awesome all on its own, hence why the rabble of crazies are going. Per usual, you could say, as we do most things together these days anyway. And truly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Isn't there a song like that?

Wait, I was thinking Billy Joel, "Just the Way You Are."

Problem solved.

Onto more depressing things.

Good news first, then bad.

That's how this blog post is going.

The showing is tomorrow.

The funeral is Monday.

I have never been to a funeral.

I have never seen a casket.

Nor a dead person.

I am very scared.

I'm going to cry.

All day and be a huge mess.

And then I'll cry all day Monday, and be a huge mess then too.

I don't know what to do.

It's a funeral.

What does one do at a funeral?

Now I have even more mixed feelings.

Wanna know why?

Because in the midst of all this depressing stuff.

I JUST GOT A CAR.

Yes.

It was a surprise, secret-type deal.

But my car,

MY CAR,

is sitting in the driveway.

Being there.

Being a car.

A car that is mine.

Oh my God, I am overwhelmed.

I am very happy

And also very worried.

I'm not a very good driver.

I only have my temps.

I don't have a job to fund gas money.

I will not be getting a job either,

My grades would plummet exponentially.

But right now, I think I'll just continue being overwhelmingly overjoyed,

And quite happy and pleased.

I will let the feelings of grief and stress take a little leave.

I'm going to write this essay.

And stare at my car some more.

Oh my God,

Car.