Art Institute

So...I had an appointment to speak with Kerry at the Art Institute a couple of hours after bolting from the dentist's chair.  I get there and am amped up to get some info so I can mull it over and make a decision on what I want to take, which degree to pursue and when I want to start.  Instead, I got so caught up in all the visual wonderment that I filled out a bunch of paperwork on the spot!  If only I had gold-lined pockets, this would be a dream come true!!!

Instead, I am sitting here on Wednesday night at 9:32, printing paperwork and searching for scholarships online.  I wanted to come home from my visit and take a nap because I couldn't fall asleep last night.  My dentist appointment was at 7AM (mental note:  Don't do THAT shit again! OK, one more time, but it's for the marathon session.).  I had to take a break to fix something to eat and smush my brain back into semi-normal appearing grey matter.  Why does it literally take an act of Congress to want to better yourself in this country?  I have more than paid my dues by working shit jobs for half of my life.  It's my turn, damn it!  I want this more than I've wanted anything...and it's likely I won't succeed this semester.

I won't give up; already have another plan in place.  My lease is up at the end of the year.  Although I like my location, I don't care for my rent payment.  I can probably find a hole in the wall equidistant to school and work and start in the Winter term.  I can cut my expenses and have plenty to live on as well as make necessary payments if need be.  TA-DA!!!  Don't count me out because I'm Leung Lao Shi (Professor Lady Dragon) and I will f*ck you up!!!  I have no idea who the comment is for.  I'll say it's a general warning to anyone wanting to get in the way of me finally trying to pursue this long-lost dream of mine.

Maybe

Ummm...what?

I'm not sure how you're supposed to stalk and be a cashier in this liquor store.  It seems to me that one person would get really good service while everyone else is being ignored.

time for a change

I follow a few blogs and enjoy each one.  Emily just announced she is having a baby.  A dear friend of mine hasn't announced it, but is moving next week.  Jenn is planning her wedding, Sky is entertained with an empty pasta bag and Gracie is just too darn cute for her own good.

Where does that leave me?  I'll tell you...  Right where I've always been:  spinning my wheels in the muck of boredom.  Spending my days off a hermit in my downtown loft; not leaving unless absolutely necessary.  For Christ's sake, I live in downtown Denver!  There's always something going on that I could do!!  But, no.  I do my best impersonation of a potato and sack out in my apartment.

I wish I were one of the people that knew from childhood what they wanted to do when they grew up.  Instead, I've worked in a bunch of different industries and have been a desk jockey in most.  I've excelled at each job, but once I've learned everything my title required of me, I got bored and left.  If I can't advance in a company, I get restless and start looking for another job and oftentimes, a new city.

I have gathered some information and I am going to make some calls.  More details later, but it's all in an effort to get unstuck and make things happen!

if this isn't the cutest thing ever, I don't know what is!

thriller

ear worm

Love Song

This bad boy has been stuck in my head for the last few days, competing with Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You."  An odd combination, I know, but consider the source!  ;)

Maybe I've watched a few too many late night infomercials advertising Rock ballads from big hair bands.  Ah, those were the days!  Lots of great music during the 30 minute schpiel.  So much so that I log into the website.  $120?!?!?  Are you out of your 'brain cells dead from too many drugs in the 70s, 80s and 90s' fricken mind???