I go back to school on Monday and I must admit: I'm completely-so-unbelievably-like-beepin (csulb) excited for this new chapter. WAIT. Monday is Martin Luther King Day so class is cancelled. I already have a day off. It'll probably be my last. Sweet. Maybe I'll go see 12 Years a Slave.
Orientation began at 8am on a Tuesday. Cal State University Long Beach will be my third (and final, final, final) university so I'm pretty sure I know the cal state drill. Nonetheless, I had to attend. Whatever. It was awesome to meet some of my future business classmates. And let's face it, I needed a tour of the campus. Apparently CSULB is 4x the size of Disneyland. A little fact about myself: Not only am I (endearingly?) clumsy, I have a knack for getting lost. If you ever have the pleasure of being my passenger, the accidental detours do make the trip a little more interesting. Unless you're on the way to the airport/wedding/funeral, then that might not be so fun. I also have a knack for procrastinating, but I'm sure I'll get past that before school starts in three days. What I'm trying to say is: I'm positively going to get lost in a sea of undergrads for awhile. Cool.
Despite the fact that I'm about to add a full-time school schedule to my routine (what routine?), I will not abandon this blog. In fact, I will try to write more. That's why Writer with a Day Job by Aine Greaney has been added to my bookstack. [I haven't upgraded to a bookshelf yet.] I'm going to read Greaney's book and hopefully find inspiration/new tools to balance work with school and reading and writing and a social life and jk, I'll be too broke for a social life. Erg.*
P.S. I'm currently working on an article for The Flairist's relaunch next month. By request, it will be about long distance relationships. So stay tuned for that.
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*erg: a funny sound that comes out of your mouth when you're stressed but too exhausted to cry. Synonyms: Fuck, dammit, shit.