It's been a rough year, moreso in the last four months than anything else, but it all started with a whim of a road trip thirteen months ago so I'll say that that is where it all began. At the very least it is where all of the submissions for this site originated, blah blah blah right?
I am on my way back to school on Monday, back to Vancouver tommorrow and I am tempted to say I am no less exhausted now than when I arrived home almost three weeks ago. I have added two dresses to my collection, read a couple of really good books, kicked around with some really cool people, but mostly I just fixed all the things that I fucked up over the last term.
One simple jacket assignment turned into a battle field littered with casualties: first was the trench coat, which I finished so far ahead of schedule that I opted to start a second one; the second one, also finished well before the end of term, didn't fair much better for a variety of reasons that I won't even bother getting into; and finally the jacket with two left arms. I got my ass kicked in most of the rest of my classes, cried my way through a presentation, got stabbed in the back once or twice, two flat tires, three calls to AMA to boost my battery even though I had the battery replaced twice, and one call for them to tow the poor thing away. Did I mention that the brakes failed? At a crowded intersection in downtown Vancouver? How about that I had to climb into my car through the trunk because there was a screw driver broken off in the driver side lock?
>>Whine<<
And I am seriously not even half way through all the crap that's happened. BUT I am definately done talking about it because six years ago the person I was wouldn't have made it -- so take that bad karma, you have fucked with exery aspect of my life and I am *still* here. So there; I win.