dextra: (OMG ONOZ)
So y'know how I was all worked up about getting those sketches all done by today? Even took today off work to get them done (well, that and other reasons)? The class was cancelled for tonight. I got a call as I was on my way to class. I went up there for a few minutes anyway, just to justify the trip. Chatted with one of my teachers and came back home. I'm not really relieved. I'm kind of disappointed. It's like being on the verge of orgasm for an hour and then being shown a nude photo of George Burns. Anti-climactic doesn't quite cover it.

So anyway, here's a few quickie sketches for your amusement. )
dextra: (Elvis has left)
Ok, seriously, if anyone sees me fucking around online this weekend, tell me to get off the damn computer and draw. I've got 50, count em, FIFTY fucking sketches due by next week. And that's just for one class. Five contour/cross-countour drawings, five large detailed sketches, and forty small (3x3 inch) sketches. They all have to be still life and they all have to be different. I think Tamara (the teacher) is a fucking sadist. A sweet, petite little blonde sadist.

And then there's whatever fresh hell that Halifax has in store for us tomorrow night. I got so aggravated with the last project he gave us, that I was back here in the office throwing something every five minutes. Note to self: X-acto knife blades bend funny after using it as a dart and sticking it in the door. They tend not to work very well after that, either.

I've gotta burn a cd to take to class tomorrow (we get to bring cds for the class to listen to while we work). And I must remember to get new headphones for my discman this weekend too. I can wear headphones in my drawing class. It helps drown out the children in class that won't shut up, as well as the culinary class next door. And it's the baking and pastry class too boot. Talk about torture.

Right. Burn cd, eat a burger, smoke a ciggie, hit the sack. In something similar to that order. Typing sucks when your fingers have been wrapped around a pencil for four hours.
dextra: (Trent bananas)
Seriously. This trying to cut and measure on the floor is for the fuckin' birds. And trying to draw on an 18 x 24" sketchpad while holding it on my lap is just NOT WORKING. *tears hair out*

I said I was going to wait until we moved to get one, but this bullshit (i.e. me screaming, cursing, throwing things and threatening bits of paper) is about to make me change my mind.
dextra: (Night Night Gir)
I think school is going to be fine. It's hard work, and demanding, but I like it. I'm not sitting in a classroom being taught months of theory. It's all very hands-on, and I like that. I may not have a full courseload this quarter, but I think it's easier on me this way, to ease into it rather than getting smacked with two more classes worth of work all at once.

Details about my classes )

I've got to get my stuff for GArt down on paper (and typed up) this week. I have the gist of the article in my head and the comic is swimming in the forefront of my vision. The sooner they get out of my head, the sooner I'll get it done. I also got asked by Tisha (one of my coworkers) if I'd put together a website for her. I said I'd think about it, maybe come up with a couple of mock screenshots to show her and figure up about how long it would take me so I can give her an estimate. She's a real crafty person, and she's been making these purses out of clear plastic, with different materials sandwiched between the plastic, like Post-it notes, Capri-sun pouches, empty Cheetos bags, things like that. And they look really cute. She made me a Capri-sun one, and it's got chain for the handles. I'm going to take pictures of mine for the mock-up, so I'll post one up when I do. It's too cute.

Anyway, I'm going to go read some before I turn in for the night. Got a lot of work to do tomorrow.
dextra: (Gir Ooooh)
I decided to take pictures of all my school supplies in case I were to lose any of it, which I probably will. *laughs* So you guys get to see what the Art Institutes give to their graphic design/advertising students:

Big pictures, you've been warned... )
dextra: (Trent bananas)
Man, orientation day sucks no matter what kind of school you go to. So, after I deal with the rent situation (more on that later), I fly off to school because according to the itinerary, I was supposed to take a computer proficiency class at 11:00. This is so I can test out of a computer basics class. I've been through those. "And this, students, is how you right-click a mouse...."
You can only get so much accomplished in one day. )

Wow.

May. 12th, 2006 06:36 pm
dextra: (YAY ohmygod)
I got a call from my financial aid chick before I left work. I don't have to worry about paying a dime for school. Apparently I was brought up during some meeting (All the school officials were there), and they decided to give me a special grant to cover everything that my financial aid didn't cover. I was being left with a balance of nearly $23K, which would have to come from my own pocket, and obviously, I don't have.

So I went down and signed off on it today. Both Abigail (financial aid chick) and Summer (stalkery admissions chick) were there waiting for me, and they were squeeing over me. I was kind of in a goofy state of shocked, and I still am. I was told, though, that when I redo my FAFSA for next year, it could change a bit, so to be prepared, but that if I did have to make a tuition payment, it would be small (like less than $300). But, whenever they get my transcripts in (*grumbles* Slow-assed Kentucky.) I should qualify for a merit scholarship, which would further cover me. Basically, if you have a GPA of 2.5 or higher, you get it automatically. I had a 3.7. *beams*

This has to be one of the coolest things ever to happen to me. I can't stop grinning.
dextra: (Bored Katchoo)
It is currently 5:14 in the morning on a bloody SATURDAY and I am awake. Kinda skews my whole weekend. I have to go up to school and take a couple of tests to get out of the math and English general courses, which is fine by me. And then get the rest of my financial aid stuff finished up. Whee.

I've actually been awake since about 3am, for no particular reason. I was just all itchy and uncomfortable and hot, even though I have the AC set to arctic. Oh well. I'm gonna go to school, come home and take a nap, and then CJ's wanting to take me out tonight. Be a nice change of pace, at least.

So tired.

Apr. 27th, 2006 10:25 pm
dextra: (Fields of Gold)
I never did finish those essays last night. Got them done at work in between paper shuffling. I think they came out ok. It's funny, I can write about all kinds of things about myself here, but answering specific personal questions for people I'll probably never see makes my mind draw a total blank.

Thankfully, my paycheck was deposited as usual, so I was able to buy caffeine, nicotine, and foodthings to survive the day with. And I bought a stuffed Rottweiler on my lunch break. It's all cute and full of fluffy stuffs. Reminds me of my dog Bernie. I saw a puppy at the mall over the weekend that looked just like him and I was squeeing over it and wanted it so bad. But there's no fucking way I'm paying $1,800 for a dog, much less one that I can't even get pedigreed (you have to buy directly from the breeder for that, and that's even MORE expensive).

Got the pain of the initial paperwork for school out of the way. I was a little rushed this morning and forgot my tax papers, so I have to take those with me next Saturday. I'm going back to finalize my financial aid stuff and for some placement testing so I can get out of having to take a few gen eds. And Summer (the admissions chick) tells me, AFTER she runs my credit card for the fees, that they don't do a full program for graphic design for evenings. THEN WHY THE FUCK IS IT AN OPTION ON THE APPLICATION?! She said that they do have enough classes in the evening to keep me occupied for at least a couple of quarters, though, so it shouldn't be that big of a problem. This is why I kind of wanted to do the online course from the get-go. No real problems with the scheduling that way.

So after the two and a half hours of forms and talks, and the barrage of information, I come home to find my box from Amazon sitting in my mailbox with my Advent Children dvd in it all shiny and new, and the Strangers in Paradise: Tomorrow Now trade. I need to pick up the other missing trades from my collection, which is now ALL OF THEM. I made the mistake of leaving all my collected editions with my brother when I moved to Louisiana. Now my entire runs of Sandman, Preacher, Transmetropolitan, and SiP are all gone. Not to mention all the other miscellaneous books that I spent years collecting.

I'd like to think that the footlocker I'd put them all in is still floating around in my Mom's apartment or in storage somewhere, but I very seriously doubt it. Mom and the sibs ended up moving out of the house we'd all gotten together. From what Mom told me, over the winter black mold had set up in the "flood room" in the basement and spread like wildfire, so they had no choice but to move. She lost a ton of stuff that she had stored down there, but thankfully, most everything upstairs was spared. She and Goober got a place together, and Beth and Brady got their own place. Beth and that poor boy are engaged now. I'm just hoping that they don't get married right away. I know Beth isn't mature enough for that, but I'm still hoping she'll reach an age of reason sometime soon.

My back is killing me, so I'm gonna go relax on the couch and watch the shiny happy FFVII goodness.
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I haven't been able to sleep right for days because of all the fucked up dreams I've been having. If anyone saw my little dream journal, the men with white coats would have broken down my door by now.

Should be getting the car fixed next week, hopefully. I have to get up to campus and track down my advisor again so I can get everything straightened out for next semester. No more fuckups, no more distractions. I'm not going to let another semester go by without passing. I'm not going to be one of those people that start out with a goal and end up being a sophomore in their fifth year. I've got things I want to do with my life, and being in college forever isn't it.

The girls are 4 years old now. It seems like yesterday that they were still in diapers. How is it with some things time just crawls, but with things like this, it goes by so fast? Hell if I know.

As far as my other big crisis goes, I'm not sure where things stand. We're still talking. We talked for about an hour and a half tonight. He's having a hard time dealing with some stuff, and I'm trying to be there for him, even though I'm one of the things he's having a hard time with. I'd just like to be able to hold him and tell him everything's going to be ok. I hate seeing him like this.

I'm not really looking forward to Thanksgiving. I still owe Uncle Earl a reaming. I had written a letter to the Herald-Leader about 2 years ago, and he made a big deal about calling my great-grandmother and pointing out that I was a "devil worshipper" or something. Apparently, he's still bringing it up. She had told him to mind his own buisness. But you know what? His little branch of the family is so white trash and screwy that I don't think I should do anything to him. Used to be, mom and us kids used to be like the black sheep of the family because of mom's wilder days, and all of us having different fathers. But in comparison to that...Earl shacked up with his new wife within a month of his wife dying, his daughter and son in law are known drug dealers, one son is a pothead with 2 dimwitted kids of his own, and his other son is a crooked cop. We look pretty good compared to all that shit. Other than all that, I just want to go, eat, hug my granny, and go home. Holidays suck ass.
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I haven't officially withdrawn from school yet, but I'm going to. I really didn't want to, but I can't continue with the rest of the semester, and my grades are shot by now. I'm really just waiting to see how things are gonna go in the next couple of months before I commit to going back. I still need to go get my things out of Chris's house, so I'm going to have to do that by next week. I might need someone to help me out with that (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

But the only thing I heard from school was what I posted earlier. I didn't hear anything back for a few days, and when I finally called, there wasn't any more that anyone could do. Oh well, I gave it a shot. Better to stop now and save my GPA than let it go to hell and not be able to save it later.
dextra: (Default)
I haven't officially withdrawn from school yet, but I'm going to. I really didn't want to, but I can't continue with the rest of the semester, and my grades are shot by now. I'm really just waiting to see how things are gonna go in the next couple of months before I commit to going back. I still need to go get my things out of Chris's house, so I'm going to have to do that by next week. I might need someone to help me out with that (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Ack....it never ends.
dextra: (Default)
Well, I've made the decision that if I don't have any word on any kind of housing by Friday, I'm just going to go ahead and withdraw from school. I feel really low and worthless about it, but getting back on my feet is more important right now.
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Ok, I'm gonna vent and whine now cause I don't have anyone around to talk to.

I finally got a call back from Jackie Scott, who's the Dean of Non-Trad Students. She wasn't of much help. All she really told me was that I need to get on the list for Federal housing or the income-based housing there in Morehead, which I already am. It wouldn't hurt for me to pay them a visit again, though, and update my situation. I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back to Morehead, though, so that might be a problem. Then she suggested that I check myself into the homeless shelter there, and that might help me get bumped up on those lists. I know that might help, and I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I'm sorry, I can't go there. That's the line that I don't want to cross. I'd rather withdraw from school for the rest of the semester and try to straighten this out on my own, but I don't know what else to do at the moment. I'm sure when I've calmed down some, I can figure something out. She also said she could send me the lists of apartments available and the list of people that carpool from Mt. Sterling everyday so that I have at least a ride. I'm just very scared and cold right now. I'll figure something out I'm sure, but I've never dealt well with these kind of things. I don't know if I can take much more of this before I break down. I'm not giving up, not by a long shot, but why can't anything I do ever be easy? I'm holding myself together cause I don't want the kids to know anything is wrong, but they're not stupid. They know, but they don't know how bad it is. I don't want them growing up like I did, worrying about too much, and getting too old (mentally) before their time. I just want them to be happy. But I can't even do that.
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Ok, this is my last journal entry from my last blog, from Friday, Sept 26th....

Well, I got a little ray of sunshine. I went to talk to Charlie today, and he was really helpful. He said he talked to the dean of student life, Myron Doan, and gave him a vague rundown of my situation. Mr. Doan said he may be able to hook me up with one of the family housing units at Eagle Lake, but he wasn't sure because he would have to work something out with Housing about that. He said another option was if the kids could stay with mom for the remainder of the semester that he could get me into one of the dorms, but that's not really an option. Mom can't (or really won't) keep the kids, and I don't want to be away from them. So, no to that. Of course, the recommendation to go on welfare was brought up, so I will do that, but I need an address to be able to get that, and I don't really have that right now.

So everything's still kind of up in the air, but at least I have some options to try now. Mr. Doan said either he or Jackie Scott (dean of non-trad students) would give me a call by noon on Monday to let me know what they can do. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, and I'm going to do what I can on my end *wink* to steer things in a good direction.

CJ called me tonight and I told him about all that, and he teased me because he knows what kind of a wreck I turn into in these situations. I think if he were here to have seen me, he might have been surprised to see how well I've been handling all this. On the downer side of the conversation was that he told me that he's planning on taking a cruise in November. I remember talking about doing that on our honeymoon, so that was kind of a blow. He said that the person he planned to go with decided they couldn't go (I noticed the use of the pronoun game...grrr). Now he says he's looking for someone to go with him, but all his friends are busy with school or work. I know and he probably knows that I can't go, but I would have loved for him to at least extend the invitation. It would have given us a good chance to talk, at least. But it's the vacation he's been wanting for years, and he deserves it, so I'll just bite my tongue. Maybe. I just miss him so much.

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