Sorry I haven’t posted in a really long time, life has been crazy—in a good way. I started Interior Design school at the end of August, and I cannot wait to get into the meat of it. Right now I’m just taking foundation courses (Perspective Drawing and Design Fundamentals) but it’s still amazing.
I just got so tired of having jobs. I’m ready for a career that I’m passionate about, and want to continually grow and improve within. The only thing I’ve ever been all-consumingly, passionately submerged in is interior design, so I figured what the hell? The price tag is what deterred me from going to school for this in the past, but you’re never going to have the life you want unless you invest in yourself, so that’s what I’m doing. Although, the thought of paying off student loans until I’m forty does kind of make me want to die a little bit…
My schedule is CRAZY now though! I work Mondays from 8–5, then go to kickboxing from 5:15–7, then go home, shower, eat, and do homework until around midnight; Tuesdays I work from 8–5, then have class from 6–10, then go home and do homework (sometimes until 2); Wednesday I have class from 8–noon, then go to work from 1–5, spinning from 6:30–7:30, go home, shower, and do homework for school and/or catch up on any work I missed from being in class (again, up until 1 or 2ish); Thursdays are catch-up days—I work from 8–5 and just do catch-up work, and Fridays are the WORST: class from 8–noon, work from 1–5, class again from 6–10. Weekends are pretty much spent running around gathering art supplies or working on larger term projects. PLUS, there’s been a lot going on in my personal life: weddings, parents moving out-of-state, etc.
Needless to mention, I’m exhausted.
I’m just glad I already have a Bachelor’s degree (Accounting… fucking crazy, right?) so the whole program should be finished in about a year and a half. Until then, you’ll probably never see me or hear from me, and if you do catch a glimpse of someone who vaguely resembles a haggard-mess version of your friend Lisa, please so stop and say hello.
Because I miss you.
Oh, and Saturday was my b-day. I’m twenty-eight. That’s pretty much all I have to say about that. EXCEPT! Like, two months ago one of my cats dumped a full glass of water on my Kindle, completely frying it, and my extremely generous and thoughtful bf replaced it for the ol’ b-day gifteroni.
I love him.
OH! Damn, this is long and tangent-ridden. That delightful bf of mine sent me random, “Sorry I didn’t get to give you a proper goodbye this morning. Congratulations on a wonderful first week” flowers two Fridays ago. I’m super lucky. He’s super amazing.
And… these are mine thanks to that gem of a man. I’m super spoiled.
The End.
