Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl.
5.31.2010
Thrifting and whatnot.
What have I done with my long weekend you may ask? Not much of anything. I spent a great deal of it thrifting, as you can see from the photos above. I acquired all of those books for less than $15 total. It's the cheapest way to go. Even books on Half.Com cost at least $4 a piece with shipping. What to read next? The only one of them I've already read is Eat, Pray, Love. I've been reading Pride & Prejudice but haven't picked up Plath's journals in awhile. They're very heavy and as I already tend to over think myself there are only certain times I can stomach her writing. Tumblr has kept me from doing as much reading this weekend as I would have liked. I don't know why, sometimes I just get so sucked in and inspired by that site. Other times I can't stand it. There was "Jack" who was here one night and sadly gone the next. This left me a funk all of yesterday, which I spent eating ice cream and watching old episodes of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Yes, this is real life. Matt has spent the whole weekend gone and working, although tonight he wants to take me to dinner. I am not ready to let this weekend go. If this were my life, all reading and inspiration, i'd be most pleased to wake up every day. Instead I slave away at a meaningless 9-5 that really makes me want to kill myself. I'm supposed to visit Ringling on Friday but I'm wondering if it's almost pointless to waste a sick day on that when I'm not considering attending until next year and a lot can change between now and then. Financially, Ringling worries me a great deal. I just need to feel like I'm doing something during this economic crisis, working towards something with meaning, and is college the only way to do that? Taking on all that debt? I don't know. I really don't know which way to turn anymore. Am I wasted if I spend each day making money, in love, and reading books and taking photos and playing with my dog and looking for inspirational things? Traveling when I can. Is this wasting life? What else is there to do? Is Ringling really the right place or do I just need it to feel like my time is worth something?