Week One Is Over
so I made it through my first week of school and work. New years was plenty fun after I'd had sufficient time to feel comfy around everyone...
Next morning:
We moved, and we kept moving until it no longer seemed possible that any of our muscles could expand and contract anymore. I collapsed in my bed and slept horribly having not slept in it for over a week.
Day two of offical move:
new work place... it's alright, it's such a mess people seem for the most part new (or at least that day they did) and for once I felt like I knew more about what we were doing than anyone else and yet i'd never been behind the counter there before
Day two of work:
LATE! by 22 minutes, granted i didn't realize i was late I thought I started a half hour later than apparently i was supposed to... they didn't have my cell number either to let me know
then class came directly afterward and I ran in late (because of work stuff that'd broken and prevented me leaving on time) Now usually people are a little later on the first day of class... not this time and guess who hadn't eaten all day yet but thought she might mimic the happenings of black holes at any moment so all I wanted to do was rustle about in my bag trying to fetch food but clearly making too much noise
anyways that's kinda how that went
a couple days passed and yesterday i made my first colour print in the darkroom SOOO stinkin easy when you don't have to use chemical trays for processing, even though it still feels like some form of cheating
and things are still good.
Next morning:
We moved, and we kept moving until it no longer seemed possible that any of our muscles could expand and contract anymore. I collapsed in my bed and slept horribly having not slept in it for over a week.
Day two of offical move:
new work place... it's alright, it's such a mess people seem for the most part new (or at least that day they did) and for once I felt like I knew more about what we were doing than anyone else and yet i'd never been behind the counter there before
Day two of work:
LATE! by 22 minutes, granted i didn't realize i was late I thought I started a half hour later than apparently i was supposed to... they didn't have my cell number either to let me know
then class came directly afterward and I ran in late (because of work stuff that'd broken and prevented me leaving on time) Now usually people are a little later on the first day of class... not this time and guess who hadn't eaten all day yet but thought she might mimic the happenings of black holes at any moment so all I wanted to do was rustle about in my bag trying to fetch food but clearly making too much noise
anyways that's kinda how that went
a couple days passed and yesterday i made my first colour print in the darkroom SOOO stinkin easy when you don't have to use chemical trays for processing, even though it still feels like some form of cheating
and things are still good.