the last week

I can't believe that this time next week I'll be in class. What a cruel, cruel world we live in. I don't want to think about whether or not I made the most of my six weeks of vacation. I always do that, and I always end up feeling bad about myself. The past is past, and I had a good time despite the fact that I didn't do what I had planned to do six weeks ago (i.e. edit films). Okay, I'm over it. New paragraph.

Tommorow, I'm going to Disneyland with my friend. We have annual passes that expire in March, so we're going to make the most of it. I must have been there like 6 or 7 times since I got it. Three visits alone can cover the cost of an annual pass.

The other day I had the sudden impulse to just drive. It was nice being out of the house. I won't be able to do that again for a while...

my driving music: "mr. blue sky" by elo, "surfing on a rocket" by air, "let go" by frou frou, "a life less ordinary" by ash, "this is the day" by ivy, and "possibility" by thomas newman.