home again

Back in Chicago. Feel tired, but sort of...free. The combination of being finally done with college, about to move to my own apartment, and pseudo-single (it's complicated) started sinking in on my flight, and it's like a weight off of me. For a while, at least, I want to live only for myself. No sitting through classes I'm not interested in, no roommates I have to be considerate of, no nearby boyfriend whose wants and needs have to factor into my leisure time. I am obligated to myself and myself alone, if only for a few months or so. I mean, yes, I'm looking for various forms of employment, and yes, I will be a responsible worker for whoever hires me for whatever job, but those jobs will be of my choosing, so that's all right. I just want to be selfish for a little while. I want to worry about making myself happy, for a change. Or something like that.

I still love the boyfriend, of course, and I'll miss him, but...I'm kind of relieved to be on my own for now. Does that make me a bad person?

Of course, I'm also exhausted and have to get up reasonably early to get to an interview tomorrow morning, but I just wasted about two hours looking for BSG screencaps and making Sharon icons. Such is life.

urg.

Today needs to end, please. Woke up early, dressed up, sat on public transit for two hours and then sat in the hot sun and grossness for another thirty minutes until I have to accept that I've been stood up for my interview, then two more hours in transit to get to work, where I check my e-mail to find that I didn't get the internship I wanted so badly.

Plz to be not fucking with me anymore today, world. I'm tired.