Complete 180

Once again it has been 4 months since I last posted and since then I have meant to update my blog dozens of times. Half the time I have even planned out what I could write but something else always grabbed my attention before I got around to actually doing it. The majority of those things were Doctor Who, which I have fallen head over heels in love with. I literally can not get enough of it and I put my life on hold until I caught up with 7 seasons. I am all caught up though and I am putting my life back into motion, including this blog. Since my last blog post I have had so many life changes and the question of what comes next did a complete 180.

I AM EMPLOYED!!!! A family friend is a principal at an elementary school and had an instructional assistant position open to work with at risk kids. I very reluctantly agreed to interview for the position because even though the job didn’t sound exciting I needed the money and an excuse to wake up every morning. I got the job and it has changed my life. I love what I am doing. I spend all day surrounded by 4^th graders and even though they can get on my nerves they also give me so many reasons to smile. Watching them finally understand what we are teaching is an indescribable feeling, and I am so happy that I get to experience it. I also work at the most amazing school, everyone is so kind and make me feel so welcome, like I am part of a group. They also believe in me, even when I don’t believe in myself. They have complete faith that I can do/teach whatever they need me to, and even when I am freaking out internally they give me the push to follow through on all of my tasks. They make waking up easier every morning. Since I love my job so much it has lead me to my next piece of news.

I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE!!! I honestly thought this day would never come but I did my best to keep believing. I would remind myself that God has a plan for me and I have simply not reached the point in my life where I get to know what it is. I was patient though and now I know. I was meant to be a teacher. My job has opened up my eyes to how much I love and enjoy working with elementary school aged kids. People always told me that I would make a fantastic teacher but I never believed them. I had no interest in being a teacher, so why would I? I always knew I loved kids because of babysitting but the idea of having a child’s education in my hands made me nervous and terrified me. I am still nervous about this and a little terrified but my job has shown me that I can do it. All of the teachers at school tell me on a regular basis that I am doing a great job and tell me that I am a natural teacher. Their faith in me is giving me the confidence I need to go and get my teaching certificate. Now that I have decided to be a teacher no other job possibility even comes close to making me as happy. I can imagine my life as a teacher and I am just filled with excitement and happiness. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I was meant to be a teacher.

It amazes me how something as small as getting a job can change your entire life. I am no longer worrying about what comes next, instead I am looking forward to it.

**Also, lets all acknowledge the fact that my blog is 1 years old!!! In 1 year I had 23 posts, which may not seem like a lot but for me it is a huge deal…look at me go. :)

What comes next?

I have been meaning to update this since I last posted. I have had a million ideas of what to write about but none of them seemed good enough.  The ideas were gone before I could grab onto them and so I let them go without a fight.

 

At the beginning of the summer I was going to write about how weird it felt to be home, for good. How graduating didn’t really feel real yet and how it probably wouldn’t until school time came and I never left Amarillo. I was going to write about how I had graduated college and I still felt exactly the same. The same questions that had been plaguing me were still there…what comes next?

In the middle of the summer I was going to write a post about how all of my friends were worrying about finding a job and I didn’t have that problem yet. I was waiting to be a nanny for the summer, my go between job to get me from college to my big girl job.  I was going to write about how unemployment wasn’t so bad when you choose it. How I was able to enjoy my summer with the questions about my future only nagging a little…what comes next?

At the end of summer I was going to write a post about how much I enjoyed not having the pressures of being a grown up. I spent my days with 12 year old twin, a 6 and a 3 year old. The biggest questions that we faced were what was for lunch and if we should go to the park or the zoo? I got to act like a little kid every day and do all of the things that I won’t be able to do in the very near future, watching movies all day, staying in your pajamas, and just not having a care in the world. The question of what comes next made very few appearances during this time, because I was so tired and so wrapped up in thinking of something fun for the 5 of us to do. It was nice.

Now the end of summer has come. The girls I nanny are preparing for the beginning of school and I am sitting here still wondering what comes next.  I know what is supposed to come next. I am supposed to find a job, a job that I love and am passionate about. I am eventually supposed to start dating so that I can get married and have kids. My only problem with this scenario is what happens when what is supposed to happen doesn’t happen? I have been looking for jobs and there are none, and if there is a job it isn’t something I would love. It is a job I would have because I am supposed to have a job, and I need a job to pay back my school loans. It wouldn’t be a job that I love and am passionate about; it would just be a job. The idea of I am supposed to find a boy to fall in love with is even more far fetched than finding a job I love.  So what happens when the question of what comes next scares me so much that I can’t handle to think about it? Instead I put my headphones on and turn my Broadway Babies playlist up so loud that is drowns out the real world and I search the internet for hours for recipes to bake. Anything to push the question of what comes next as far away as possible. So what happens then?

Final Countdown

Graduation
 

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but as you can imagine I didn’t have much free time.  There were so many people at my house and once they all left my house all I wanted to do was sleep.  This completely skipped my mind.  Now on to the actual post.

I know that if I didn’t go to Austin College I would have gone somewhere else.  So I would still be graduating but it wouldn’t be the same.  I am so happy that I am graduating as a Kangaroo because Austin College was perfect for me.  I am so proud of everything I have accomplished in the past four years and so thankful for all the opportunities that AC has provided for me.  It helped shape me into the person I am today.  I am sad to leave it behind, but I can’t wait for the next chapter of my life to start.  Until then I am going to celebrate because I am a college graduate!!!

The Burrow is all grown up.

We graduated!!!

And we grew some mustaches.

Swimming in the fountain is the perfect way to celebrate!

Final Countdown

The Burrow

If I think saying goodbye to the bitches is going to be hard, saying goodbye to The Burrow is going to be almost impossible. (I am getting sad thinking about it and the bitches right now).   An alumni friend talked about how before you graduated you needed to go and say goodbye to all of your Sherman hangouts before graduation, this is the only place that came to mind.  The Burrow is the happiest and craziest place in Sherman and I will miss it all the time.  I was able to live with my two best friends and it provided some of the best memories of my entire college career.  It is going to be weird not being able to wake up and walk out to the living room and just hang out with my two best friends…which probably means all of us on our own respective couches, on tumblr. not talking. 

Living here as also provided me the ability to have stories about my college roommates that I will be able to tell my children.  I will get to tell them how Aunt Kellan and Aunt Coral and I lived together and did some of the most ridiculous things together.  When I look back on my senior year I am not going to think about all of the drama and the tears, but living in The Burrow and how I loved it.  How the three of us became obsessed with painting our nails, watching Weeds, or how we became groupies during the month of April.  The Burrow reinforced the fact that I have the coolest friends and I love them.  I am going to miss The Burrow so much but at least I got to experience it.

Final Countdown

Stephanie

Where do I even begin?  She once described herself as the Mexican me and I think that is pretty fitting.  It may have taken me until college to finally find friends who will be my friends for life.  I did find them though and she is at the very top of the list.  This past year as been extremely tough and even though she was in Ecuador she was able to help with everything.  We proved that distance doesn’t really mean anything when you are true friends, and those true friends will always be there for you no matter what.  I am so thankful for her everyday.  I don’t know what I would do without her.

She also shares my crazy obsessive nature.  She loves so many of the same things as me and we are able to fangirl with each other over everything.  It is pretty awesome to share so many of the same loves as your best friend. 

She is one of the most important people in my life and I will never be able to find the words that show how important she is to me.  She is my go to girl when my life is falling apart, and is the one that helps me put the pieces back together.  She always knows the right things to say, even when I don’t know what those words are myself.  Sometimes it feels like she knows me better than I know myself.  I am blessed to have her in my life and I love her.

Final Countdown

Evolution of the Bitch

These girls are the reason that I survived this past year.  My senior year of college was not filled with crazy parties but with a lot of tears.  When it seemed like everything was falling apart they were always there to remind me that things weren’t as bad as they looked.  They knew when I needed to vent and cry or when I needed to drink out of buckets and get drunk.  They kept me sane, which is a hard job to do, and they did it with a smile.  They restored my faith in people.  I honestly don’t know what I would have done without them this past year.  Plus it is always fun when you can call your best friends ‘bitch’ and it is considered the highest compliment.

These girls are definitely what I will miss the most when I am back at home (I will probably cry at graduation when we take our bitch picture).  It is going to be so hard not seeing them everyday and around campus.  It’s also going to be really hard because we are going to be separated by hundreds of miles and I don’t know when I will be able to see them again and hug them.  Of course, if anyone can make it work it will be the bitches.  We are fighters and I know they will always be there for me.  They are the best/bitchiest friends I could ever ask for.  I love them.

Final Countdown

Sleeperstar

I have talked about my love for Sleeperstar previously, and I am sure I will talk about them again, but you get to hear about them now too.

Sleeperstar can easily be called one of my favorite bands and without Austin College I probably would have never heard of them.  In the past I typically listened to top 40 or country music, with a little bit of oldies mixed in. (You can’t get any better than old school 80s music).  I don’t actively go and try to find the next big band, I wait for them to find me and who knows how long it would have taken Sleeperstar to find me.  This was two years ago, when I first discovered them, now a days it would be almost physically impossible to discover them.  I listen to Broadway show tunes. All. The. Time.  So if I do discover a new band/performer it is because they are from Broadway who released and album/EP. 

I also think that Sleeperstar is one of the reasons I became so close to Stephanie.  Before Sleeperstar I don’t remember hanging out with Stephanie, we were sisters, but not close friends.  Sleeperstar helped change all of that.  We decided to go to the cd release party together and our relationship was never the same.  We just got closer and closer as time went on.  Sleeperstar provided us an opportunity to have a shared interest that allowed us to realize how many shared interests we actually have and how similar we are.  Liking Sleeperstar only has positive outcomes.

Final Countdown

D.C. and Malta

Visiting D.C. and Malta were in the same trip as London but I thought London deserved its own post because it was so important to me.  However that does not lessen the importance of these places.

D.C. might be the most perfect town for me.  I love museums, I mean really love them.  I was raised in a family where going to museums is a big deal.  I have been to so many museums in my life and I love it, and you read every single thing in the museum.  Who knows when you will be able to learn about this history ever again?  So being surrounded by the Smithsonians, which are free (holler) was amazing.  Kellan and I spent HOURS in the museums and we barely scratched the surface…simply amazing.  Plus Kellan and I recreated scenes from Night at the Museum Battle of the Smithsonian, which was the greatest.

Malta was the part of the trip that I was looking forward to the least.  I had no idea what there was to do in Malta but I was willing to go there because I got to go to D.C. and London before.  I was pleasantly surprised when I got there, and it turned out to be amazing.  I don’t even know how to describe Malta.  It is this little island that is adorable. I mean everything closes at like 4, it such a small place. I loved it though.  It was so different from every other place I have ever been before and it was so peaceful.  It was the perfect place to end a trip.  Plus every time I think about it I am just reminded of these wonderful memories and I get so happy.  I also got to stand in the Mediterranean Sea, which is awesome.

Final Countdown

London

I never really had a desire to go abroad, the only place I ever wanted to go to was London.  Just like New York, there was something in London that just pulled me in.  Plus after I made it to Broadway I decided I needed a new goal, and that goal became going to the West End.  (Which is basically London’s Broadway, are you seeing a pattern here?)  I never thought I would be able to accomplish this goal so when going to London presented itself I knew I had to go.  It was a once in a lifetime opportunity that was perfect for me.  Plus I have wanted to see Jersey Boys since I saw the original Broadway cast perform at the 2006 Tony Awards.  So after six years of waiting I was finally able to see it and it did not disappoint. 

London is also home to Paddington Station, which for those of you who aren’t familiar, is where Paddington Bear found his family. Due to my nickname in the sorority I have developed a love for Paddington.  I have Paddington books, jewelry, trinkets, and bears.  I think he is the cutest and even though I have had some really tough times with the sorority I love them for giving me this nickname.  So actually being at Paddington Station was completely overwhelming for me.  I kept freaking out, when I went to the Paddington Store and saw the life size Paddington statue. I kissed him.  It was perfect.

London was just a really goo place for me and it made me so happy after a really rough semester at school.

Final Countdown

New York 

For years I had wanted to go to New York.  The city has always had this pull over me and there is just something about the city that entices me.  Plus New York has Broadway, and being able to go to Broadway was a dream come true.  Being able to go to NY for two weeks was the greatest trip I could ever ask for.  I was able to do all of the things that I had only dreamed of doing before.  I was able to ride the subway, see the Statue of Liberty, and go to a Broadway show.  Did I mention I got to sing and dance on a Broadway stage...during a Broadway show?  It was literally the greatest trip ever.

New York was also the first time I ever went somewhere and proved I could do things on my own. (Kellan was there, but she is always there).  Going to college was exciting but I never really felt like I was proving I could make it on my own. (Don’t ask me why, it just didn’t feel like this).   New York though was a completely different ballgame.  I was going somewhere I had never been before, some place that is completely different from Texas, and I was doing it all on my own.  I was so proud of myself for letting nothing about New York scare me and jumping in feet first.  I miss New York and Broadway everyday.

Final Countdown

Professors

This was the hardest one for me to write.  The others ones just came to me and the words kind of flowed.  I was completely stumped for what I should write about for this post though.  Plus I am meeting a friend soon, so I don’t have a lot of time to formulate the perfect words.  I am going to give it my best shot though.

The professors at AC are amazing.  When you go on a college tour they try to convince you to come to their school and they always talk about how amazing their classes and professors are, at AC this is the truth.  You can tell that the professors really do love what they are teaching and want you to succeed.  Which in the past 16 years of schooling I have realized is the best thing a teacher can do, because it makes me want to learn.  There have been classes that I have taken in the past where the material wasn’t that interesting but I loved the class because of the professor. 

I think only at AC can you have professors that buy you a present when they leave, let you break down in their office, or move a due date because you stayed up all night with your sister.  They have also taught me lessons that will go past the classroom and will help me in the real world.  The best lesson I was taught in my four years here was that I am a smart girl and I am capable of so much more than I can even imagine.

Final Countdown

I am graduating college in ten days and I could not be more excited.  I know there will be parts of college that I miss, but I am so ready to start the next chapter of my life.  I want to learn what surprises the rest of my life has in store for me.  Growing up is going to be good for to me, I just know it.

Of course as I prepare for the real world I am also remembering the past four years.  There have been some good and some bad memories that formed my college experience.  So this is my final countdown of ten things that I could have never done without Austin College.

Honeygrove and Concerts and Musicals. Oh my!

All of these things didn’t happen because of the education I received at Austin College, instead it is more from the location.  However if it wasn’t for Austin College I would of never moved near Dallas.  When I was looking at colleges I had an imaginary line that I didn’t want to move past.  So I only looked at schools that didn’t pass the line, AC was about 3 ½ hours past this line.  However when I came to Kangapalooza my senior year I fell in love with the school, it didn’t matter where it was located.  Not only did it turn out to be the best school for me but it was the perfect location.  I got to do so many amazing things.

This year alone was full of moments that I thought would never happen.  Moments that will stick with me for the rest of my life.  I have been in love with Maroon 5 since I was a freshman in high school and I got to see them live this past year.  I was able to meet the Starkids at the S.P.A.C.E. Tour where I touched Joe Walker’s hand, it was a magical moment. I got to see my favorite show HAIR for the second time, and I got to take my sister and let her see why this show has changed my life.  I also got to go see In The Heights and American Idiot, shows that I fell in love with on the internet and never expected to see live on stage.  I was able to see one of my Broadway babes, Matt Doyle, in a show and hear him sing live.  Little things that might not mean anything to anyone else, but are things that mean the world to me. (I mean, I cried during at least 3 of these things).

I also got to go to Honeygrove, the sweetest town in Texas.  This isn’t the reason I wanted to visit here; instead it was because it was featured in an episode of One Tree Hill.  For a year Kellan, Stephanie and I always talked about going to Honeygrove and recreating the scenes from the show.  However we never went.  There was always something else to do and we would say we would go another time, but before we knew it she had graduated and moved to Ecuador.  I had resolved myself to never visiting Honeygrove, because it wouldn’t be the same without Stephanie.  Her Ecuador trip was cut short though and when she came to visit we decided it was now or never.  We just got in the car and went, and it was magical.  It was a perfect adventure that I was able to share with my best friends.  I will forever hold that day in my heart.

Good Morning Starshine

On this day in 1968 HAIR: The American Tribal Love Rock Musical opened on Broadway at the Biltmore Theatre and would forever change the course of my life.  Of course I wouldn’t be born for 22 so it would be awhile before I realized the importance of this date.

The 2009 Tony Awards is the event that really put this transformation of my life into motion.  For as long as I can remember my mom, my sisters and I have watched The Tony Awards together and this year was no exception.  When the revival cast of HAIR took the stage I was enthralled.  Something about this performance just grabbed a hold of my heart and I was hooked.  I looked at Kellan and told her that when we went to New York in January we had to see this show.  Seven months later that statement became a reality and my life would never be the same again. 

It wasn’t until much later that I would realize how much this show had changed my life.  From the small fact that I now have a much greater appreciation for peace signs and hippies.  Or that I try, usually unsuccessfully, to be more peaceful in my own life.  To be more understanding towards people, hold less grudges, all of the good things a hippie should do.  However, old habits are hard to break and it is still a struggle to do these things. 

The biggest change though is my love of Broadway.  As seen through my yearly views of the Tony Awards with my mom and sisters, I have always loved theatre.  Anytime I get to go and see a show, especially a musical, I am one happy girl.  However, after seeing HAIR this love was increased infinitely.  It opened the door for me to have a passion, something that I care about and can focus my attention on.  Besides schoolwork and a job which can be boring and mundane.  It allowed for me to have a creative outlet and the ability to fall in love with something.

I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is that made HAIR the show that changed my life.  Maybe it was the fact that it was the first show I ever saw on Broadway, a lifelong dream of mine. That I already knew some of the songs since they had become popular on their own. Or that the storyline is so powerful causing it to be the first show that truly touched my heart.  All I know is that each time I listen to the soundtrack I am transported back to the Al Hirchsfeld theatre, watching the storyline unfold for the first time, and I am overcome by pure joy.  To this day 'Let The Sunshine' is one of the only songs that can bring tears to my eyes every time I listen to it.  It is the only show that I have ever seen that caused me to cry more the second time I saw it then the first.  Partially because I was so full of joy by being able to see it again, and partially because I knew what was going to happen at the end. (I bawled like a baby for at least the last fifteen minutes of the show. Big fat, ugly tears).  Something about it simply changed my life and it means so much to me.

It is hard for me to put into words how much HAIR means to me.  I can never find the right words to say, words that accurately portray its importance to me and to my life.  This post doesn’t even come close to doing it justice, it barely scratches the surface.  I simply wanted to do something special to recognize its importance to me on its 44th anniversary.

Happy Anniversary HAIR, you changed my life.

Concert Hangover*

*Thanks for Coral for discovering the diagnosis.

Never heard of a concert hangover?  Don’t think they exist?  You would be wrong.

The Burrow had the pleasure of seeing Sleeperstar three times in April and each time we saw them I fell a little bit more in love.  Each concert reminded me why they are one of my favorite bands.  They put on an amazing concert, that is full of energy from start to finish, and they are literally some of the sweetest people you will ever meet.  The 25^th was the last show for the month, and my tenth time seeing them in 2 years, and we endured A LOT to get there.  From Carmen, my car, breaking down and not being able to find a ride.  To finally resorting to renting a car 2 hours before the concert, that was an hour away without traffic, and skipping dinner because of the time crunch.  Of course once we got to the concert all of the trouble and stress was worth it, because it was amazing and we had so much fun, but the next morning was another story.

Luckily I have never had a hangover, but I imagine this is what they feel like.  The Burrow woke up and we just felt icky (yes that is the technical term).  We felt nauseous and our bodies hurt all over.  To say the least it was a rough morning and I never want to experience a concert hangover* again.  However it I ever do experience a concert hangover again we have found the cure, and hopefully these tips can help you as well.

*I am aware that feeling bad was not a result of the concert.  Instead it was from the lack of nutrition the day before, the elevated stress of getting to the concert, and only a few hours of sleep.  It is just more fun my way.

1. A shower or bath, whichever you prefer.

2. Lunch.

3. And last but most definitely the most important…drum roll please…MORE SLEEPERSTAR*

        -This may be in the form of listening to their music, reading their tweets or blog, watching their videos,  or creating a tumblr for them.  Continue the dosage of more Sleeperstar* throughout the day for the most effective results.

*You can substitute you own favorite band.

We are the cutest.

#10 is only 4 show away.

#10 was a great success.  Can't until #100.

Ugly Cry

I went into a professors office to turn in a test, which I didn’t feel confident in, and as I was about to leave he said “being mad at me isn’t going to help your cause.”  As I turned around to tell him I wasn’t mad at him I proceeded to have a meltdown.  I mean full on ugly cry, it was not attractive.  It was a combination of being tired and the stress of the day.  I calmed myself down enough to leave and go get myself a treat and I now that I have had time to think, I realize that I may not have been mad at him but I am mad at a bunch of things.  I think that if I write them down and actually think about them it will help in the process of forgiving, or at least forgetting.

• I am mad at the stupid girls who ruined my senior year.  The girls who think they are all that and everyone falls down at their feet to make them happy.  The girls who create drama out of nothing and go on with their lives like nothing happened while you pick up the pieces of yours.
• I am mad at the people who start to talk to after four years and then all of a sudden start ignoring you.
• I am mad at the so called “experts” at businesses who treat you like a child who knows nothing.  Then in the end they never fix your problem.
• I am mad at my doctor for not giving me medicine for my headaches, which I experience on an almost daily basis.  Which I am experiencing now and I am in excruciating pain.
• I am mad at the fact that I have a best friend who is a year older than me.  This means she isn’t here to help me through my shitty senior year. (Of course she does everything she can from where she is).  Did I mention she also lives at the bottom of Texas, while I live on the top?
• I am mad at the fact that one of my other best friends is moving back to New York in two short months, and I don’t know when I will see her again.
• I am mad at professors who don’t teach you anything, but expect you to become an expert of the topic and pass the test.
• I am mad that I don’t have a passion in life.  This means I have no idea what I will be doing once I graduate.
• I am mad at myself for becoming so frustrated when I know I didn’t do as well on something as I could have. 
• I am mad at myself for not having enough faith in myself. (I did great on my test!!!)
• I am mad at my body for not letting me sleep.  For taking so long to fall asleep and once I do fall asleep waking up every couple of hours.

Of course for the most part I don’t think about these things or let them get me down.  However, I think sometimes you need to just have a big ugly cry about everything before you can continue on.  Of course, it is better if you have this ugly cry in the privacy of your own home…not your professors office.

68 Days

In 68 days my life is going to change.  I am going to become a college graduate.

I remember watching all of my senior friends last year who thought that graduation was an evil word, and dreading the day they actually had to do it.  I am the complete opposite, I want time to speed up so it can get here faster.  I just want to be done with this chapter of my life, and I am beginning think that this is the way it should be.  You should be excited to graduate and go make your mark on the world.  I still don’t know what that “mark” will be, but I know I can’t make it here.  Plus part of the excitement of life is not knowing what is going to happen next but enjoying the ride.  So that is what I plan on doing.  I am going to enjoy the next 68 days in The Burrow before I worry about my after graduation plans and then I am going to enjoy being surrounded by my family as I figure out my life.

Sounds like a pretty good plan to me.

Thug Nasty

During the 2008 Summer Olympics I fell in love. 

As usual I watched gymnastics, swimming and diving as often as I could.  However this year, unlike the years before, I became extremely invested along with the rest of my family.  I still remember watching each one of Michael Phelps’ races and being nervous that he was going to loose.  I still remember where I was when I watched him win his 8th gold medal and how excited I was.  I fell in love with him, however this love didn’t last for to much longer.  What did last, was my love for Nastia Liukin.  I watched each one of the gymnastic events and I loved the US team.  While my love for the US team grew, my dislike for the Chinese team grew as well.  I was so excited for each medal that the US team won, but my excitement was unparalleled when Nastia Liukin won her medal.  So, so happy!!!

My love for her has continued to this day, when I think of amazing gymnast, I think of her.  I named my phone after her, and it quickly got the nickname Thug Nasty.  Each time I watch Stick It I smile when I see her on screen.  When I drive through her hometown I get excited.  During my trip I had the opportunity to see her leotard in the Smithsonian and I jumped at the chance.  All day I looked forward to seeing her leotard and even though it was a piece of clothing in a glass case it was amazing.   One of the moments where I was just so thankful for all of the opportunities in my life.

 

 

Thug Nasty wore this!!!

I AM BACK

...Sort of.

I returned from my trip two weeks ago but I haven't gotten around to posting anything.  This is for two reasons:

1. Jet-lag was kicking my butt. My body wanted me to wake up at 3am and go to sleep at 9pm. I powered through and I am back on a normal-ish sleeping schedule.
2. School started this week.  The course load isn't to heavy so far but I am still adjusting to having class after being away for two months.

I am going to put forth effort to actually have new ideas so I can post more often and I am hoping this will be easier once I am back into a routine.  Until then please enjoy my face.

I apparently have no shame.