QueensOwn-LadyWolf

I haven't written one of these in a while. I don't know why I'm writing one now.
I dropped out of uni. I'm going to the community college in town.
Half of my friends are going to art school and the other half are in the university I dropped out of.
I am friendless for the first time since my family moved to Colorado.
I'm strangely okay with that.

Okay, check it, yo. I've already registered for spring courses even though I'm pretty sure I'll be on Academic Probation for being failsauce at school. I think I'll have a better time in the spring because I will be taking courses I chose and actually might enjoy (besides English. Bleh). Also, I'm kind of planning on going to every class instead of taking an unofficial month-long break from school, during which I did nothing but putter about my room being mopey and reading shoujo manga. I spent that time decieving my roomate into thinking I left for class by heading to the bookstore after showering. I still feel a little guilty about that...
I really hope I make it through this college thing because I would really like to major in art and become a teacher of art. With a degree. I have high hopes and low skill levels. I... don't even know how to put together a portfolio. D: It sounds simple enough, hey? Compile a collection of artwork you've done that shows off your skill set, complete with a table of contents and dimensions of each piece included. All I really have are sketchbooks. And the portfolio needs to be digital. I don't know why this scares me so much.
Anyways, Mikey might be moving back to Colorado. I miss him soooooooo much. And he does NOT need to be in Montana, where his only tie is a brother he doesn't especially like. And he says he has an annoying roomate.vHe might be coming home to be with Beto, Jay and me in ol' UNC. (Which is not the University of North Carolina, I promise.)

I'm quite close to finishing my first semester at university.
It's kind of boring because most of my classes aren't subjects I'm interested in. Oh well. I've been skipping a lot unfortunately. I'm well aware that it's counterproductive. I just need to pass so I can figure out what I'm going to do with myself. I really would like to become an art teacher but I have never been very good at school. Is that sane? I hate school but I want to continue going to school for the rest of my life. Hmm.
The first problem with my awesome non-plan is that I don't really have a portfolio. I kind of draw the same kinds of things over and over. And I'm not GOOD at it. Also, I would have to write an essay. I'm too scatterbrained for that.
Second, children are afraid of me. My neutral face is asian pouty face. I look angry all the time. I swear I'm not! Children like happy people I guess.
Third, I'm poor. I am unemployed because the American economy is kind of fucked up right now and the jobs that would normally be open to teens with no experience are given to middle-aged people who DO have experience (and probably need to support families). How in the flying fuck am I supposed to magically have experience if no one hires me??
I think I can make it. I'm naive and hopeful. ^^
I do beleive it is time for me to research everyting about Geoffrey Chaucer. Damn paper.

In four days I will be going off to college. I am so excited that my tummy's queasy. Textbooks and library. Classes and more new people. Japanese. I'm mostly excited about Japanese.
I'm slowly but surely packing things away. Things that are MINE. Not my mother's not my father's, mine and mine alone. Naturally, these things are a last gift from my folks, seeing as how next summer I'll have to pay rent if I stay at home. I'm totes-mcgoats gonna live at my buddeh's house.

Okay. If you didn't know before, I'm not much of a girly girl. I know almost nothing about things such as makeup and clothes. This makes it extremely difficult for me to be a good older sister who teaches her younger sister how to apply makeup and choose nice clothes and do whatever other girly things.
Today she went to the eighth grade formal. She asked me to do her makeup. Naturally, I panicked on the inside. She chose the colors and stuff. She looked dead when I was through with her eyes. She chose this weird purplish red color.. It was weird. I tried really hard to make it better. I tried to lighten it with white eyeshadow. It worked okay. And then she put some of the white under her eyes. She looks dead. I feel really bad for not chosing a different color. Pink would have worked nicely.
She's there now. I hope she doesn't scare any of the kids. I hope they have lights in there because she looks less desceased in the light. ;_;

Ah! Phone replacement arrived today! Woohoo!