Paint on my toes paint on my nose

So, the big move approaches! Faster than a speeding bullet, a 5 months of living at home speeding bullet. I tried to explain to katy, one of my new roomates, how I'm afraid of change. How it scares the daylights outta me. And I couldn't--because even me heard how ridiculous it was. I moved to a foreign country without speaking the language for goodness sake--u'd think i could handle moving to an apt in my own town.

In my imaginary fear's sted, lets have a few real concerns

1) That i have carpal tunnell or something equally bad, like arthritus,as my wrists are constantly cracking and feeling tense and strained.
2) That i will buy a ticket to ireland before germany and have no one be there...thus having to spend money on a hostel and basically doing nothing...(this shouldn't be a real fear, i'd be in galway!, hello alissa, and..so what if i have to read a book for two days while wondering around. big whoop...it'd just be nice to know for sure)

Good. Those sound real. ish. to me.

i gg wash off this paint, but oh does my new bedroom look lovely~

If things were different they would be the same, still

I wonder, sometimes, about time and how it effects thoughts and ideas and communication. If I talk to you at noon about X would it be the same conversation we'd have at 9pm? The world happens, the day, and so life has always seemed so specific. But, then tonight i was driving home and sufjan stevens came on, "All things GO" and I thought, that'd make for a good blog title, subtitle...i haven't signed on to this in weeks, but when i do i realize--i've already thought this, and acted on it.

I find this reassuring.

I went out into the streets of chicago tonight and it was fun. Saw little Miss Sunshine...FUNNY movie. OH, i havent laughed this hard in so long, a sign i've been sickly.

I need to sleep because i've started to get heartburn again, which happens when I get little sleep...but, yes, all things GO indeed.