I've honestly lost track of how long it's been since I briefly popped back onto deviantART with intentions of returning before falling off the face of the earth again. My guess is: a good long while.
And yet I still have five months on my premium membership? What?
Life has been quite tedious and stressful. Last semester was my hardest yet in every sense, mentally, physically, and emotionally. There were a shit ton of cons. Like, say, finding out my boyfriend at the time was cheating on me (times two), I was working five days a week while going to school the other two days with no days off, the classes I took were beyond my abilities, my GPA dropped below my standards, my internship was essentially a disaster, and I'm sure I would've fallen into a deep pit of pure dark depression with no hope of escape had it not been for my one pro of the semester...
Seriously, how is it that one wonderful person can randomly walk into your life one day and literally make everything...just, perfect, I guess.
So even though last semester was completely awful, I was oddly so happy that it didn't really matter. Now last semester is just a blur of sugarcoated stress.
This upcoming spring semester starts on Tuesday, and theoretically it should be my last until I can graduate with an associates degree. However, I expect to return to my shitty community college to get another associates degree, as well as try to worm my way into a Smithsonian internship and try to work my way into museum work starting next spring. This fall, I'm aiming for the Disney College Program. Fingers crossed! Applications start soon! <3
There's a small part of me that likes the thought of returning to this site, but I don't know what my purpose would be here anymore. Lately it seems I don't know much about anything anymore, especially when it comes to what I want to do.
Life, man. Life is rough.