Taylor's Rendition of Walking into the Unknown
Jump from a cliff, hold your breath, count to ten.
Make sure you're still alive. Just ignore the blood. That should stop eventually.
I'm going back to school after 3 years of coasting along with 2 classes a semester. Something had to give eventually. And here I am giving.
I do well with lists.
Sacrificial Offerings for my Bloodsucking Future Degree:
1. Giving up my cozy thousand square foot apartment. Not that I don't want to live at the Lake House, which is amazing and big and open and all hardwoody and stuff, but putting my sister into spastic cleaning and organizing mode just because we're coming is probably not what she had planned for her Christmas vacation. The guilt sinks in. Basically, she's a saint.
2. Damier Azur Galliera PM. Self explanatory.
3. Currency in the form of bi-weekly direct deposits.
4. Being 23 seconds away from high-end shopping, restaurants, movie theatres, Starbucks (ouch) and of course, living 10 paces from my sister and brother.
5. Working in an office worthy of it's own show on Comedy Central.
6. See below pic of desired Betsey Johnson dress. Try prying it from my dead, lifeless grip. Just try.
Later, depending on my mood, I might return to list the positives of all this. There has to be positives right? Right?
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Detecting some dismal slants on these viewpoints here. Your Degree is like a Blood-Sucking Vampire? How deliciously blaze, and fit for your inner-Emo. I like the name drops on the hi-end LV, or Betsy Johnson Romanticism. Such Melancholy for a soon to former shopaholic, gone studious/intellectual/pursue your dreams type.
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