Beads, baubles, and a stab to my wallet

I've always had a fondness, okay, an obsession with beads.  I see them and my heart beats a little faster.  I imagine all types of projects.  Yes, I think to myself, I can use this accent bead with these seed beads.  I pay for them.  Bring them home.  And weeks go by.  Before you know it, I've forgotten why I bought them.  It'll come to me.  But somehow it never does.  So in the drawer they go.  It's not that I don't use the beads.  I do.  Only, it's never the picture in my head or in the craft magazine that I saw.  I know some of the basics.  How to balance a piece.  What materials to use.  What does a crimper look like.  I just bought one today.  

Why the excitement?  Finally I have signed up for a beading class through adult ed.  Why not, right?  My external motto now is Just go for it.  But internally, I'm thinking "NOOOO.  Don't do.  You'll get hit by a bus while driving to the class."  Well, I'm doing it anyway.  Today, I whipped out the credit card and paid.  Then in the excitement, I went to Michael's.  Hence, the new crimper.  The class doesn't start until the 20th of this month so I have plenty of time to either send myself into full-blown panic, or get used to the idea.  It should be good right?  I didn't know there were so many ways to bead.  Right angle weave, peyote stitch, herringbone stitch.  I know none of these.  Somehow I have to get through the next 17 days.  Knitting.  I'll do knitting.