It is most definitely karma.

 

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

This is what my room currently looks like.  So, like hoarders fucked leopard print and shit this beauty out.  I guess.  

There's just a mess everywhere and I haven't fully been able to unpack everything, or organize everything.  I made a half assed attempt this weekend, but I have fallen ill!  This always happens when I fly on airplanes.  Everyone says to take airborne or some shit before I go, and I never listen, and then I come back feeling great, go to bed, and I wake up with the black lung.  Go figure. 

It's not actually so bad at the moment.  I woke up Saturday and could barely breathe, so today was a bit better.  I'm just going to feel weird if it's as bad on Tuesday, and I walk into class hacking up my lungs.  Oh, by the way, school starts in two days.  FFFFFF-- I  am nervous and excited.  I still have to pay for my parking pass.  You see, I like waiting until the last minute to do things.  It's how I do.

I figure once school starts and I get a little more money into my pockets, I'll have the motivation to put up the rest of my posters and my cork board aaand buy a clothes rack to hang up the shit that should be hung up, but is currently resting atop my hamper.  Yes. 

Sitting around, drinking tea, watchin' Daria.

AT LEAST I HAVE GAGA TO KEEP ME COMPANY IN MY TIME OF ILLNESS. 

In anycase, one last full day of work tomorrow, and then school starts.  I know tomorrow is going to go by painfully slow, but I'm hoping coffee and training H to do the mail will make the day go by faster.  After that, I have to buckle down and figure out what to wear on my first day.  I'm probably going to go out and buy some hair dye or something, but I'm so messy at dyeing my own hair that I know I'll get it all over myself, and so I have to decide whether or not I want to walk into the first day of class with dark dye all over my neck, ha.   I MIGHT BE THAT ADVENTUROUS, THOUGH.  

All in all, it's been a pretty pleasant summer.  Krishna's been good to me.  The weather has been good to me.  This is the first summer I've lived where it's been predominately 75 degrees everyday.  Holy fucking shit, right?  I've been able to wear fucking sweaters in the god damn summer.   Though, I can't help but think of winter and Christmas, a lot.  I'm really missing the rain, here.  It gets me all nostalgic.