I don't know why I'm blogging instead of just going to bed but when I noticed that it's been almost a month since my last post I figured I couldn't leave the two people who read this in suspense any longer.
The last month has been pretty pretty pretty hectic. I've had two exams (one went well and one didn't), two portfolio reviews, and several meltdowns. I was hoping that I would've gotten slightly better at managing my time by now but it hasn't happened yet. I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday.
Good thing I'm going on one in two weeks ;) My pop and I are going to Disneyland for the weekend in a fortnight (I love that word). I'm really looking forward to it since I've never been there during the Halloween season (my favorite holiday btw). And I'm hoping it'll still be warm enough to go swimming because I just bought a new polka dot bikini top for $4.48 at Target. YUSS!
But even my vacation is causing me stress because I need to get all of my homework done before I leave. GAH!
Work is still going OK. I was actually able to help some people this morning and managed not to botch anything too badly. The teacher ladies that come in still scare the bejesus out of me though. Most are nice but some are super scary and mean. I noticed today that my voice changes when I'm at work too. I guess it's my "professional" voice which is higher and more little girlish than my regular speaking voice. I guess I subconsciously make my voice higher in an attempt for people to have mercy and not scream at me. Who could possibly be mean to the bespeckled black-haired pixie with the little girl voice? *this is what I'm thinking*
They've been scheduling me for more hours than I'd like this past week and that's made it difficult for me to get my homework done. Some dude got let go recently so I've been having to pick up the slack since there's really only two of us who can work weekends now. I hope they hire someone else soon before I fall too far behind in my schoolwork. I'm also feeling guilty for not having enough time to spend on my comics as well. For the past three semesters I've been doing 2 new comics a week and now I'm only doing one. And I just finished a storyline yesterday that I wrote over the summer and have yet to write any new material. Everytime I finish a story I get this overwhelming fear that I'll never write anything good again or anything at all. Period. I always manage to (knock on wood...errr...uhhh...plastic?) eventually but right now I've got nothin'.
Hopefully I'll have some time to think on the car ride to Calilfornia but I'll probably just end up thinking/daydreaming about boys. Aye carumba!
Ok, well, the Tuck-In Express is right on time.
Later Gators!
