Skinny Love

Between picking up a cup of tea and selling a $100 ad for the college magazine, I began to feel awake at 7:30 a.m.. My 6am class didn't quite do the trick.
Some people are nice, some people are really nice- I usually find them in the small places instead of in the big ones and usually when I'm least expecting it. My scenario played out with me begging the owner for an ad and her telling me to please leave the shop and not return with anymore solicitation pitches. In reality, I asked her with tea in hand and moments later, in that hand, I held a $100 check made out to the magazine. She was excited, I was/ am excited. Procrastination sometimes plays nice.
I'm not so worried now more than I am confused. I have confused feelings, ones that will take time to subside and ones that I will numb with recreational activities. I have much to work through and much to work for and I feel like for once I'm going to make something happen all by myself. I want this move, I want it more than I can say. Even though it cuts my sleep hours short and keeps me writing poems one after the other, I am so excited to open a new book- to watch my mom open a new one as well. (she's moving to Santa Barbara around the same time I'm moving I think.) I feel like everything is shifting and sinking at the same time (in a good way) and that I'm able to not have plans yet still have the goals I want to achieve. I feel like sometimes, someone walks into your life and for no apparent reason at all, they change your life without any prior intentions of doing so. I feel surrounded and alive. I feel rebellious and mature, open and wary, loved and loving. I feel protected.
The thing is, I'm not sure how quickly I can clear the table and I'm not sure how that is going to affect my future. Like I said, there are things I still need to work on and people I still need to figure out, but I'm open to it all because right now I feel like I have it all (all that I need) and I don't want to lose it. I don't want to wake up and wonder why I was so stupid and why I didn't listen to everybody. I want to know that I'm secure and sometimes that's a hard thing to maintain.
In other news:
A drunk man came into the restaurant on Thursday night and whistled/howled at me and then walked out on his bill. Last night, the same man returned and continued to harass me and the other female server nearby and after both of us telling him to knock it off, my friend (my SF buddy) got in his face and told him ferociously to leave us alone. The man stopped making comments, but before he left I'm sure I had been completely undressed by his eyes. We got his license plate number. Come back again soon! jackass.
In musical news:
I just finished making a cover of "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver that perhaps I will share sometime in the future.
Adieu