Run. Run run run.

Well baby, better take my advice
A black cat crossed your path twice
The moon came out next to the sun
Then you opened your umbrella in a room
You better run, run, run

As the deadlines loom ever closer, the fear sets in. You want to be out of here by the end of summer. Maybe you can't get in. What are you going to do? Maybe you should just get a certificate in Massage and get a job in a spa. Make life easier on yourself.

But the signs all point to "run." Get out. Get the fuck out while you can.

Madison would be ok. I guess if I did go the certificate route perhaps I could live up here.

But I think its time to aspire for more. Try out for Brewcity. Move to a big city. Get the fuck out. I have a few friends in Milwaukee already. I know I can come back to see the people I care about and some of those same people would come to Milwaukee to see me. Its an hour and a half drive. Get away from the negativity that brews in the pot of boredom here. Everyone who matters, they have lives, husbands, kids, boyfriends, families. I end up in the cesspool because I get sick of sitting in my room.

Now I'm in near panic. The other thought bubbling to the surface is to apply at Milwaukee Area Tech College. They have a "teacher prep" degree track. How awesome is that? Transferrable to UWM. I can transfer my credits over from Madison College too. See how much aid I can get... find a comfy studio for Loki and I... live on the cheap. Be out of here.

Run.


But i think it's gonna take a while
It's a clear view
Noone's waiting at the door
A million letters
They couldn't make me change my mind
I think i'd better run, run, run, run