I have many pages of tax forms and a box of 72 new crayola crayons sitting next to me. I'm trying to restrain myself from using one on the other. I decided the real problem with tax forms is not that they are too complicated, but that they are too simple and my life is too complicated. They keep asking questions about what I'm doing and who I am that I have not begun to ask myself. And they expect me to answer in numbers, which makes everything worse. I feel like I should go to a therapist and discuss the tax questions. "How do you feel about your legal residence, Linnea?" Speaking of people asking questions, I've really started to dread the inevitable, "So what are you doing in your life, Linnea?" questions. And people think they're just small talk. What would they do if I just started bursting into tears whenever they ask? I'm fine with living this open-future life, just don't try to pin me down because then I'll just become sad that I can't be pinned down. And I'll feel like I'm disappointing someone, something I just can't handle.
So it looks like I'm moving to Chattanooga next fall. Not sure quite what I'll be doing there, but it's where I'll be. My main goal is to take some of my free Covenant credit hours so I can get a facebook account. It's all about the facebook these days. I'll also be spending many hours at McKay to make up for all the lost time. And Lupi's. And . . . I don't know, I'm looking forward to getting to know the city more. I didn't get down the mountain that much during college, mostly because I generally don't like to go out. As evidenced by my existence here in Boston, where I won't leave my house even when a large city is waiting just outside the door. (Granted a rather un-happening city where Taco Bell closes at ten, but what can you do?) General life goal is still grad school, for those who are interested, but it's not happening immediately. Dammit. It's hard when things don't happen immediately. And when things aren't open all night. I think I'm going to go make some more tea.
Posted by linnea at April 16, 2006 11:37 PMThe best thing about facebook is that you can be my friend. Because facebook is all about being my friend.
Happy Easter.
Posted by: funke at April 16, 2006 11:48 PMI like tea
Posted by: wilhamish at April 17, 2006 1:08 AMthe best part about this whole scenario is easy access to fountain-Cokes at Lupi's. still the best fountain-Cokes i've had, hands-down.
Posted by: jeremy at April 17, 2006 1:02 PMand fountain-Cokes are so much better than regular Cokes. one of the great mysteries of life.
Posted by: linnea at April 17, 2006 4:26 PMSo true. That being said, the fountain Cokes at The Mudpie are definitely in the running.
Posted by: Eb at April 18, 2006 7:04 PMBest Cokes - at Waffle House. With vanilla in them. Not the same at all as a bottled vanilla Coke.
Posted by: tuggy at April 21, 2006 3:45 PMDr. Green was a conscientious objector to the Persian Gulf War, now that's committment
Posted by: wilhamish at April 21, 2006 4:14 PMWell, now you don't need to join facebook because you are on covface.
Posted by: funke at April 21, 2006 5:38 PMno no, tuggy, the cherry cokes. they are the real reason I love WaHo.
Posted by: linnea at April 22, 2006 12:37 AM. . . and the South.
Posted by: linnea at April 22, 2006 12:38 AM