The truth is...

Well, I have to get up early and work tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I love both of my jobs. I hop they somehow magically take me places I cannot conceive of right now, becuase I don't know how I feel about graduate school. I think this is what's going to happen. If I don't get into grad school, that is. Shane and I will work really really really really (isn't there a math sign that signifies repeat forever?) hard and save a lot of money. Then we'll spend a year doing these things: making clothing and jewelry, taking/editing pictures, hanging out with people who inspire us, writing music, writing stories, writing blogs, making things, breaking things, loving people we love more effectivly, loving each other as effectivly as we aready do, making films, love, scrapbooks, gifts, websites, having a dog, learning languages, sleeping in too late, staying up whenever we want, maybe only sleeping in the afternoon, finding new people, decorating, not driving, traveling exactly as slow as we see fit, setting up our lives to be fulfilling--not filled with uselessness, eating big breakfasts at 3 in the afternoon, cooking together, seeing our families, napping, staying at home for two days in a row and going to the godamned beach when it's too hot to do anything else.

Most of all, I want to learn to make a living with these things. Everyone thinks we're not really going to do it, but we are. We are prepared for amazing things to happen.

It can't come true if you don't imagine it.