It's only a few days before I start my junior year in college and a few days before I make the trek to Fargo, ND. Life in Bismarck was a growing period, but aside from that, it was the most boring two years of my life. Who knows how long and entertaining this venture will be, but one thing is certain; its time for a change. Bismarck is definately not the kind of place you'd want to be condemmed to eternity. It has its charms, but when the day is said and done, there are for more superior places to migrate to.
Anyhow, its past midnight and I'm contemplating my next move. Its either the cramped confines of the front seat of my car, or a hospital waiting room. The waiting room sounds more appealing since my car is filled with all of my worldly possessions. This whole "not knowing where to sleep" experience is rather invigorating. Having your comfort and security tampered with unsterilizes your senses and makes life feel a little risque. I'm almost free to do whatever, cos no one knows I'm here or there, or even cares.
Tomorrow I continue to record with Nick at his house. Its my first 5 songs and it'll either be something promising or something that I'll bury in a box and never let anyone have access to. I'm assuming the latter. Lyric writing is going slow, but its hard to write something sincere without being corny or cliche.
Thursday
Some asshole informed me that Nick has been saying rather unpleasant things about me, and instead of passing it off as rumor, I told Nick that I didn't want to record with him, or have anything to do with him anymore. I'm such a girl, but it doesn't matter, I'm moving. Burn more bridges.
Last night I took the hospital waiting room option. I had to sign in at the front desk and then slithered my way onto the second floor. I found the waiting room and tried to sleep on a few chairs. I couldn't get settled in. So I staggered out of the hospital and drove to the school. I eventually found a window to crawl through at the dorm complex and made my way into an office. I had a couch, cable tv, a vcr, and a box of porn to keep me company. I feel asleep around 4:00 am but was awaken at 6:30 by security. He didn't see me, but I took that as my cue to leave. I got in my car and drove to some random street and feel asleep sitting upright.