Remember that little advice book?

You know, the one in all the Hallmark(tm) stores that was titled "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff" under which it added: "and it's ALL the small stuff.

Ok, so who can actually believe that craporama? It's better, I think, to just remember that the devil is in the details. And currently my life is all about details that I can't help but sweat.

I'm not all that happy, since I've spent most of my summer trying to get my life for August and beyond settled. Where am I going to live? What will I be able to afford? What kind of car will I have? What phone company? What classes? Where am I going to get the money for all this?

I know it's the typical ordeal everybody my age is going through, and I'm one of the lucky ones who doesn't have to find a job. . . But this has to be, hands down, the most frustrating and least-fun summer I can possibly ever remember. It's sortof hyperbole, because I have had good moments. But mostly it's been about me wanting to get stuff done so I don't have to worry about it, and then everything else not being conducive to that, and leaving me with just worrying.

AND, it so banal. . . .all the details of my life coming down monthly rates and credit ratings. I'm just a little disturbed at how old my life is getting. I've spent alot of my life trying to behave and be mature, and already I'm starting to think I've got alot of misspent youth. It's all so cliched, and I have no plans of helping the situation. Just saying it.

I'm not really depressed. Just feeling frustrated and unfulfilled, underneath it all. I'm sure I'll get excited once I actually get to living this life I've spent all summer planning. There are sure to be suprises. I just hope I can avoid feeling like this in the future. I guess that's all one CAN do.