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Me at the park
So the new school year is fast approaching and I am more excited than ever for it to start. The excitement is due to the fact that I start my animation/imaging classes this fall. I am kind of sad about it though because I will have to find a new job and I kind of like my job. Sometimes. I used to love it, but that time has passed. The only problem is that I will have to find a night/weekends job. Which really really sucks. Also the cost of this class is going to bankrupt me. Although the idea of getting a new job is amazing. I need it really bad. I plan on putting in my letter of when my last day I am available for scheduling sometime this week.
Me and my lover just celebrated our first year together and I couldn’t be happier! We have had our ups, our downs, and our in betweeens but I wouldn’t trade this last year for anything. My time spent with him is priceless.
Seeing as this is my first post on here you all probably don’t know of my love for blogging. I have never been the type to keep a diary, no matter how hard I try I can’t make my self write in them. I guess I just enjoy typing.
So in the past couple weeks I have started drawing anime. I gotta tell you I love it! I don’t think i am that good at it yet but I’m getting there. I just love that style of animation it just gets me. I have always loved cartoons the most out of all media.
I was thinking about attempting to get my poetry published but no one will go over it and read it for me. I do have a problem with rhyming. I cannot seem to write poetry that doesn’t rhyme. It just doesn’t come out of my head that way. I would like to learn to write in Iambic Pentameter. I love the way it flows.
Well my head is blocked that’s all I can get out right now.
Peace and love until I write again. <3
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