3 Months
March 29, 2010
Has it really been three months? I apologize for the extreme delay in between posts.
Let’s recap January…
New quarter and new classes:
University Core 3000 (Philosophy AND Theology)
Health, Wellness and Spirituality (I could do very well without the spirituality)
American History until 1877
Same old shit at Gwinn (the mess hall where I work on campus)
Emotional state: I’m unsteady
So I don’t really remember January very well since it was hazed by painkillers; what I do remember however is that I miss my friend back home. No commission s yet for Guardian Longboards. Somebody owes me a great deal of money.
February
By God I hate Valentines Day- I believe that it is nothing more than a holiday created by Hallmark to guilt men to buy their over priced greeting cards and knick-knacks. I will say though it was interesting to work the “Valentine’s Supper” at work, romantic music and comfort foods while the staff were running around in red shirts and hats.
School projects were coming out my eyes this month.
Guardian Longboards got a commission.
March
Spring Break is just around the corner, I just have to keep telling myself that. My time work hours are a blur. I’m living paycheck to paycheck and just barely able to pay the rent. I’m writing a paper basically everyday and reading a chapter every night. The group project still isn’t done by the last week of the quarter. The last two weeks are going to be hell, I just know it.
SPRING BREAK
I made it more or less intact. Onward to Castle Rock, Colorado; my folks new home and “home” for me. I will say though that home will ALWAYS be in Texas. I got to see my little cousins, my aunt, and my grandma; I’ve missed them a great deal.
I’m working on the template for the “Kitty Board” that I was commissioned to build at the beginning of the month.
Spring break is a day away from over and I actually can’t wait to be back in Seattle ( I never thought I’d hear myself say that.)
Lately I’ve been bouncing between lonely and tired while it is nice to be “home” it still doesn’t feel like Home to me. Maybe something good will come down the pipes for me this quarter, who knows?
No Side.
C.
