bohemian addictions and other things

This post is going to be ridiculous. I’m ridiculous.

All I have been doing lately is playing doge 2048. It’s devouring my life. I dream of doges with googly eyes circling my head and I basically am incapable of coherent thought. Am I addicted? Maybe. I keep thinking about deleting the game so I can move on with my life but I don’t wannaaaaa.

Which probably means I have a problem.

The weather is wonderful here. Warm but not too hot. I need to get used to perpetual heat. And torrential heat. Does torrential work when you’re describing hot things? I’m using it anyway. Austin is rumored to be incredibly hot. Devastatingly hot. Terrifyingly hot? I’m not sure. And I’m not sure how I’ll deal with it when I get there, but I’m going. I bought my one-way ticket to Austin about a week ago, and the reality of my move is starting to set in.

Guys. GUYS. I’m going to grad school. It really finally feels like it’s happening. IT’S HAPPENING~!~!~!!!

This is my third round of researching graduate degrees and programs and working on pre-reqs and looking at schools and worrying about the cost and holy shit, I’m finally doing it. I have an assistantship, I have a plane ticket, and I have three suitcases to pack full of stuff.

Oh yeah, I’m flying in broke and also without almost anything.. Whatever. I guess it’ll be a great story to someday tell the kids, amirite?

In the midst of panicking and attempting to cull my closet (while accidentally buying a few more items of clothing I don’t need this weekend), I have become addicted to pinterest and looking at photos of women in long skirts with flowers braided in their hair.
Am I finally caving and admitting I love bohemian style? I’m daydreaming of a multicolored room with colors and patterns and tassels and hanging lanterns where I can lie around and finally eat bonbons in the luxury I deserve. Maybe I’ll try to do a poor-woman’s bohemian lair in wherever I eventually end up in Austin.

I’ll have to pack some tassels, I guess.

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