Artwork, Musings & Dreams

Well, so far, not much is going on, haha. I've been out almost a week, and the only really monumental things have been getting grades, which overall were ok I guess, considering the amount of effort I didn't put in, and mailing packages and cards... there are a lot that I still need to get ready. Blahhhh.

I'm getting antsy for the next US Gamma Ray tour. I know I have at least 4 months before I can even start making arrangements, but I'm very excited and I hope I will get permission to photograph several shows... and I hope I can spend some time with Henjo. Hopefully it will happen. It makes me nervous even saying it out loud, but at least I care enough to worry about it. I've been told I'll be a cat lady for not wanting to date anyone else, but who cares? At least I'm concentrating on my dreams and doing what I need to do to watch out for myself. That right there is enough to make me feel better about my present situation... Which is, I suppose pining for a beautiful German man... haha.

My work schedule is messed up. I'm not sure what I will be working. My boss said I would work 4 days and have 3 off, but I have this feeling his best laid plans are going to get jacked around. I'm just prepared for whatever. I also have a lot of other things to do, call about loans, make sure I'm enrolled in the right classes, get a parking permit. Eeegads...

Oh well. I better either go to bed, or get more reading done, while I still have time to read for pleasure... hopefully the art history class I'm going to take will be a good and enjoyable experience. I foresee a lot of paper writing and research in the near future... garrrrrrr.

And as always, Mr. Baby is soft and full of warm cuddlies. And spoiled out the wazoo, hehe :D

I found a journal from 2000 while cleaning.

I read through bits and pieces, and realized my life was so pathetic that it really had no purpose.

I'm really glad I've grown up since then, and if I do write in my journal, it has meaning.

I then threw it away. I remember what I need to, and a lot of it, I'd really like to forget. People, events, places, feelings.

Sometimes I think it's better that way...