everything's designed in some way
Well, I don't know what to say here anymore. It seems foreign, and I'm unable to detail great spaces of time...so we'll go for the broad overview approach.
I'm in school...most of the b.s. surrounding getting back into school should be over. I'm taking Life Drawing I and British Literature after 1800. I'm planning on majoring in Fine Arts, minoring in English. I figured, hey...I like this poor lifestyle. I'm gonna get a degree in something I've been wanting. I'm so glad I'm going back. I like school, wish I could go full-time, but that's a goal for next year. And I still hate my job...no, I loathe my job.
Ian and I are doing well. It's hard when you both hate your job. He comes home angry and wants to go off about all the stupid things, whereas I've realized this sometimes does no good. You either do something about it, or try not to give into your Work Anger when you're not at work. I do understand though and it's really hard not to bitch about work. Sundays tend to be ruined due to the crippling paralyzation that you must, once again, be thrown into the pits of hell in less than 24 hours...overexaggeration is fun. Got some goooooood lovins last night though. ;)
Anyway, I've been drawing a lot, so that's good. Reading quite a bit too. Also good. Other than that, not much is new.
The crazy-mad storms of this week have been spectacular. Lawrence floods like the bitch that it is. Within minutes, the streets run like rivers and I, frankly, enjoy the momentary chaos...and the hope that one of those bolts of lightning takes out my place of employment.
It's also nice that I don't have anywhere to really go when the tornado sirens go off. A few days ago, I just opened the closet door, shoved my purse and my camera in and got ready to dive in myself, should I hear a train coming.
I'm in school...most of the b.s. surrounding getting back into school should be over. I'm taking Life Drawing I and British Literature after 1800. I'm planning on majoring in Fine Arts, minoring in English. I figured, hey...I like this poor lifestyle. I'm gonna get a degree in something I've been wanting. I'm so glad I'm going back. I like school, wish I could go full-time, but that's a goal for next year. And I still hate my job...no, I loathe my job.
Ian and I are doing well. It's hard when you both hate your job. He comes home angry and wants to go off about all the stupid things, whereas I've realized this sometimes does no good. You either do something about it, or try not to give into your Work Anger when you're not at work. I do understand though and it's really hard not to bitch about work. Sundays tend to be ruined due to the crippling paralyzation that you must, once again, be thrown into the pits of hell in less than 24 hours...overexaggeration is fun. Got some goooooood lovins last night though. ;)
Anyway, I've been drawing a lot, so that's good. Reading quite a bit too. Also good. Other than that, not much is new.
The crazy-mad storms of this week have been spectacular. Lawrence floods like the bitch that it is. Within minutes, the streets run like rivers and I, frankly, enjoy the momentary chaos...and the hope that one of those bolts of lightning takes out my place of employment.
It's also nice that I don't have anywhere to really go when the tornado sirens go off. A few days ago, I just opened the closet door, shoved my purse and my camera in and got ready to dive in myself, should I hear a train coming.