Well, folks. I'm feeling kinda down tonight. It's been a whirlwind week or two. Ever since school started, I have felt like a total spaz. I can't remember anything. When someone asks if I'm busy on a certain day, I have to put them on hold and reallllly think hard about it. And then I have to check calendars, student planners, and my Facebook events. And even then, I'm never really positive I don't already have a prior commitment.
And my apartment... is a mess. My kitchen is still cluttered from moving and finding the energy to clean/organize is proving to be a challenge, which means I am very unmotivated to cook. And that leads me into the subject of eating. I haven't really eaten anything worth anything for the past week. I just forget; or I don't have time. I have been immersed in this book series (The Hourglass Door trilogy) and every time that happens, the thought of food leaves my brain. The books have been wonderful; but I am so helplessly weak by the end of the day that I know I've failed my body. Tonight, however, I finished the series. I will actually have the thought and desire to eat now, but I always hate-hate-hate finishing a good book. Especially when it was the last book of a very intriguing series. It always leaves me feeling lonely and homesick somehow.
My graphic design class is dunking my head into Adobe Illustrator (which may be the most frustrating program I have used, to date). And my insomnia has flared up again. Probably a combination of not eating well, stressing out a little, and being consumed by fictional books about time-traveling Italian men.
But on the positive side, I am learning every day again. Learning about imagery, digital photography, baking techniques, etc. All of my classes begin after 12 pm. I did that on purpose; sleep is inconvenient, but valuable to me. Probably because I'm not very good at it. And I am going to be involved in some very fun projects in the coming months (which may or may not include modeling for a fashion show next week on C-street). And I get to see my sweet nephew, Masen, more often these days. Without fail, he always brightens my life a little more.
And after all is said and done, I would much rather be spastic, busy, learning, and happy than bored, uninspired, numb, yet comfortable (like I was before starting school back up). Don't you agree?