Diary of Dan Frank

Well boys and girls, it looks as though my college experience has finally come to an end. I take my very last finale in about an hour and a half, then it is off to sell back my books and then do my exit interview for student loans.

I move in less than two weeks, and am scared shitless about what is going to happen to me once I do move. I am much more of a planner than a fly by seat sort of guy so moving to California with no real plan is causing me a lot of stress.

I feel like I should have a lot more to say about this topic, but there really is nothing more to tell. I'm scared that moving to California is going to be a big mistake, I am scared that I will spend months down there without finding any kind of employment having to move back up here to mooch off friends or relatives until I get my feet back off the ground. I guess mainly I am scared of failure. In college, if you failed at something you always had next semester to make up for it. Now in the real world, the mistakes I make may follow me for the rest of my life.

In other news I recently began packing up all my belongings. This really sucks; I would much rather just leave all the furniture, all the dishes, all that shit down here and start new again in California.

My Dad has once again begun pissing me off by mentioning that he had no knowledge that so much of the stuff inside the house belongs to me. Really it’s not that much.

1. My grandpas couch side tables
2. A table that goes behind a couch
3. My old bed

Those are the only things that were left in that house when my Mom and I moved out that I am actually taking with me. The rest of the stuff was either brought to the apartment my Mom and I shared or is something I don't want to bring. (Ex: the couch in the basement.)

And what right does my Dad have to get all pissy about this shit? When my Mom and Dad decided it was time to divorce my Mom created a list of everything she wanted and everything she thought my Dad wanted. Included on that list was everything that my Mom had given to me for when I move out on my own. My Dad looked over the list, said it was ok, and signed it.

Of course if you ask him he would say he didn't remember there being a list of stuff for me. AS IF I AM ACTUALLY TRYING TO STEAL FURNITURE FROM HIM!!!!!