I had an advising session on Monday, and went in thinking I'd just be figuring out some classes to take for the fall semester. I left being told, "Next spring semester will be your last in Chicago" i.e. I will be in LA after that.

Holy. FUCK.

I am so fucking anxious. I did not sleep at all Monday night. Just kind of laid in bed til around 4 thinking about anything and everything that could happen. Scratch that - will happen. I need to get that in my head so I get all the shit done that I need to do. I need to have my CCP credits transferred. I need to take another class or two in the summer. I need to apply for my own loans (I don't even know where to go for that - help?)

Jack called last night, I hadn't heard from him in a while so that was nice. He said I'd have a place to stay until I get my shit together when I make the move, so that was a huge relief since I assume I'll be without a job when I first get out there.


I'll be graduated before I turn 21.

Wow, it's just so weird to think that the thing I've been wanting to do is going to happen years sooner.