first day jitters

Well, it's 645am on my first day of graduate school. i'm nervous and worried that i'm not capable. i know, i know...i am smart enough, the school didnt make a mistake and let me in by accident. i know that once i get past the next few hours, i'll be doin much much better. i just need to go to my classes and realize that i am just as smart as the next person, and that no one is any better equipped and that i will be good at some stuff and have to work a little harder on other stuff.

i keep looking at my arm- where Miss G drew with her new tattoo pen... it gives me the warm fuzzies inside to be able to look at that, know it's from Her, and know that i am Hers. when i get really scared or get really insecure, holding onto something tangible really helps me get through. Course, i have to take a shower, and it will most likely wash off, but i'm gonna try and keep it on there as best i can so that i have it all day to look at.

Well, i have to go find something to wear. Need ta check the weather to decide if i want to wear pants or shorts. i gotta keep it together- to make Miss G proud, to make my mom proud, and to make me proud...