dancing. shouting. doing other great things in the process.

I kind of hate change. I dunno if it’s an assburgers thing or what, but change pretty much horrifies me. So this past month or so, with change after change, has been overwhelming. I’ve been dealing with a lot of mini panic attacks lately because, for a split second, I thought I was going to be homeless. my roommate pretty much effed me over, and it was a kick to the face. Thanks to Kat and Fraaaancis and my aunt Mandy and several others, I’ve managed to stop panicking (sort of) and just roll with it. I’m gearing up for a move out of state, which is a huge change. I’m selling almost all of my possessions, another huge change. It’s overwhelming. But I think I can do it. If not, this will be a giant blog of failure. Oh, another change?

I’m gonna be an aunt/godmother. I’m really sad that I won’t be here for her birth, but I know I’m doing the right thing by leaving when the chance is there. And also, I’ll be stealing this kid pretty much all the time.