I’ve really gotten out of the habit of blogging. Have you noticed? I’m just going to spew out some thoughts and see if any of them stick.
It’s snowing outside. I didn’t make it to the store. Which means I’ll likely be eating pasta with cheese for dinner. That’s okay with me.
I’ll round up week two of classes tomorrow. My schedule is pretty much finalized. I like it, except for all the night classes I have. I’ll mind less when it’s warmer, if that makes sense.
I’m obsessed with La Croix. Lemon, grapefruit, lime. I may never buy soda again.
I have been perusing food blogs lately, which is bad because it just makes me hungry and I’m not actually going to cook any of the things that I see any time soon. I’ve been emailing recipe after recipe, but I’m just not motivated to cook for myself. The best is when I see something that I can just whip up sans recipe. Those are harder for me to find.
I’m kind of in a wedding rut with classes starting. It’s hard to find time to do anything at the beginning of the semester. I’ll figure it out in a few weeks.
I’m starting to freak out a little about finding a job. I don’t know many success stories of people finding a real job out of college. Like beginning their career, not just picking up some job to pay rent. If you know one, please share. I know plenty of the other kind of story.
I’ve been laying on my bed since I got home catching up on blogs. Our internet was out yesterday. It’s sad how paralyzed I am without internet.
My professor for my class last night told us to call him Andy, which is derived from his last name. Surprisingly it suits him.
That class is about adjustment, particularly for young adults adjusting to the real world after college. We watched a human development video from the 80’s. Times have changed, my friends.
I’ve spent so much money on my painting class. Yesterday I bought $30 worth of paint, and the bag has mysteriously gone missing. I haven’t looked too hard, but I don’t know where else to look. If my dad were here I would put him on the mission. He is good at finding things.
I am really enjoying painting class. Although last night I had to gesso some pieces of paper and do a value scale with acrylic paint. It took forever.
I remember doing a self portrait on a snow day when I was in high school. I sat on the floor of my room in front of the mirror and drew in my sketchbook. The light was grayish white as it filtered through my white curtains. I was really proud of that self portrait. That was probably eight years ago.
I requested an invitation to Pinterest. What does that mean? It seems kind of snotty. I just want in. Every other website just has you create an account. Is that so hard?
I’m tired of shopping emails. I’m thinking of disabling all of them.
I wish I had brought Harry Potter to school with me. I need a book to read. But I also have schoolwork to do…
Okay, I got kind of carried away. Thanks for sticking with me. See you sooner than later?