Deep in the harttt
I have a strange relationship with live journal. I like to visit it often and see where people are in life. What they are up to, ideas, news...etc. But everytime I do it's accompanied with this twinge of guilt, cause well, let's face it, I am not contributing anything to live journal. I take and take and give nothing in return. There I said it.
I'm glad that's over. I really don't have an apology, but felt I should make it known that I am aware of the problems in our relationship.
New, everything is new these days. A new house, a new situation, new problems, almost a new semester, and almost a new chapter of life. Next week starts the last semester of my undergrad life and lately I've been spending most of my time thinking on, not what I'm going to do when I finish, but how to answer when I am asked again and again, "so what are you going to do when you finish". This reply changes, daily it seems. To my friend last week it was something like, "Yeah, I really think I'm going to apply to grad schools now..." To a possible future employer, "Yes, I am going to stay in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area for several more years". I'm not lying to any of these people, cause any of those answers could be exactly what I do.
Really this is the worst part of growing up, in my opinion. Not being told what to do anymore. At least when it was a command it wasn't your responsibility for it not turning out right. But I'm just being whiney right..
This is the current living situation. Me, Holly, Natasha and Ditka (the lady collie). Three girls and a ____ in a four bedroom house. Soon we will start knitting clubs and cake baking days. I hope for it.
Some women hope for and plan out their marriage and future family.
I like to plan out my old ladyhood. I know old ladyhood might not even be a possibility for me, but it is my great pleasure to imagine wrinkles and white hair, strange habits and maybe too many dogs. At one point it was going to be too many cats, but well I am allergic to them and I decided it's one thing to be an old lady with animal hair on your sweater, but it's another to be an old lady sneezing constantly with a drippy nose. I'm going for interesting not repulsive.
Anyway, I could right a whole post on my imagined old ladyhood, but this one is for news. So we live in this really nice house that is almost too big for us. Holly translates from home. I go to school. Natasha is on rotations for med. school. Ditka sleeps alot and chews on different toys chosen from her endless collection. This is our house.
My school for this last semester will be one scheduled class, and an independant study class. Six hours, the smallest course load yet. The only change there could be is if I don't pass the CLEP exam and have to take College Algebra. It has come down to Math controlling my future. I have to pass College Algebra to graduate. And well, I should have taken care of this a long time ago, but as an artist I am given to wishful thinking, and I decided that maybe by the time I graduated the school officials would see the error of their ways and decree that it is indeed ludicrous for art students to have to take 6 hours of Math. If you are one of those who think this is a reasonable amount of Math and you feel so inclined to comment on how much more math your degree required... Don't. Seriously.
I need, by next week... * a job
* to pass the CLEP exam
* a proposal for my senior show
yeehaw
On another tangent, today in the craigslist free posting someone was offering 10 records ranging from 50's-80's rock with the request that they be given toilet paper "if you have some to spare". Bartering for toilet paper. I don't know if I should feel sad or really amused. I like the last one.
I'm glad that's over. I really don't have an apology, but felt I should make it known that I am aware of the problems in our relationship.
New, everything is new these days. A new house, a new situation, new problems, almost a new semester, and almost a new chapter of life. Next week starts the last semester of my undergrad life and lately I've been spending most of my time thinking on, not what I'm going to do when I finish, but how to answer when I am asked again and again, "so what are you going to do when you finish". This reply changes, daily it seems. To my friend last week it was something like, "Yeah, I really think I'm going to apply to grad schools now..." To a possible future employer, "Yes, I am going to stay in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area for several more years". I'm not lying to any of these people, cause any of those answers could be exactly what I do.
Really this is the worst part of growing up, in my opinion. Not being told what to do anymore. At least when it was a command it wasn't your responsibility for it not turning out right. But I'm just being whiney right..
This is the current living situation. Me, Holly, Natasha and Ditka (the lady collie). Three girls and a ____ in a four bedroom house. Soon we will start knitting clubs and cake baking days. I hope for it.
Some women hope for and plan out their marriage and future family.
I like to plan out my old ladyhood. I know old ladyhood might not even be a possibility for me, but it is my great pleasure to imagine wrinkles and white hair, strange habits and maybe too many dogs. At one point it was going to be too many cats, but well I am allergic to them and I decided it's one thing to be an old lady with animal hair on your sweater, but it's another to be an old lady sneezing constantly with a drippy nose. I'm going for interesting not repulsive.
Anyway, I could right a whole post on my imagined old ladyhood, but this one is for news. So we live in this really nice house that is almost too big for us. Holly translates from home. I go to school. Natasha is on rotations for med. school. Ditka sleeps alot and chews on different toys chosen from her endless collection. This is our house.
My school for this last semester will be one scheduled class, and an independant study class. Six hours, the smallest course load yet. The only change there could be is if I don't pass the CLEP exam and have to take College Algebra. It has come down to Math controlling my future. I have to pass College Algebra to graduate. And well, I should have taken care of this a long time ago, but as an artist I am given to wishful thinking, and I decided that maybe by the time I graduated the school officials would see the error of their ways and decree that it is indeed ludicrous for art students to have to take 6 hours of Math. If you are one of those who think this is a reasonable amount of Math and you feel so inclined to comment on how much more math your degree required... Don't. Seriously.
I need, by next week... * a job
* to pass the CLEP exam
* a proposal for my senior show
yeehaw
On another tangent, today in the craigslist free posting someone was offering 10 records ranging from 50's-80's rock with the request that they be given toilet paper "if you have some to spare". Bartering for toilet paper. I don't know if I should feel sad or really amused. I like the last one.