Sep 14, 2010 14:26
It's really weird sometimes. It's not as though I don't want to write in my journal; it's just that I never seem to find the time to.
Life is busy. I'm taking 4 classes this semester: World Civilizations, Cultural Geography, Social Statistics, and Writing for the Social Sciences. I feel very out of place in all of them. I'm still fighting with financial aid, trying to figure out wth is wrong with my pin so I can sign my master promissory note and get my loan money.
Work is about to drive me insane. I have 12 hours scheduled this week. Last week I only had 4. I nearly flipped a table.
I have AWA this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. I still don't know if I'm going to be getting more than a 1 day pass, but I intend to hang out with people as much as possible. I am limiting myself to Artist Alley only: 2 major commissions (20-50), 2 minor (5-10), and 1 OMIGOD HAVE TO HAVE THAT purchase. I really shouldn't even be doing that much.
I've been in a weird place relationship wise -- where for the first time in a very long time, I'm actually wanting to be in one. I refuse to go looking for people to date because I just... have a thing against it, but I'd like to... just... ffffffffffffffff fuck if I know. It'd just be really nice to have someone there.
I think I'm starting to feel my age... that, or depression... or both. I need a change at least. I've been living in this town too long again. Dead end hole and the only way out is to run and never look back.