In recent months, I have simply been unable to find the motivation/discipline to sit down and write. My life has revolved around work and reparations for the damage done to my professional and financial future through my now waning 20's, as well as a rather healthy dose of unrequited love. I am now one glass into my second bottle of Italian wine this evening, this one being referred to as "pizza eatin'" wine by the gentleman at Central Market, and rightfully soit is crap.
When I was twelve years old, I began helping my dad with painting and drywall. My parents were divorced, and I'm sure it was simply a means to keep me occupied at times when he had me, but I had an aptitude for it, an attention to detail, so he kept me at it through high school. I went to college (Texas Tech, if anyone gives a shit) for an undergraduate in Landscape Architecture. Through the summers in between, and occasionally during school, I would paint houses for extra cash (I was usually on scholarship) and to pay back any debt I had accrued during the previous semester. After Tech, I moved here to Austin where I continued to paint houses, having no desire to sit in someone else's office for two years doing AutoCAD monkey work (a prerequisite to becoming a licensed Landscape Architect). My living expenses were nil to none for the first two years I lived here, as I had done a tremendous amount of work to my roommate's house, so I really only worked when I needed the money or I wanted to travel. That allowed me a great deal of time to reevaluate who I was as a person and get heavily involved in what turned out to be a short-lived but passionate protest scene here in town, but it was a horrible habit to get into.
Now, leaning heavy on 30, I'm still painting houses with a relatively untouched degree. I made the decision to go to grad school here at UT for my masters (in Landscape Architecture) a couple of months ago, and I have a great many hoops to jump through for both Texas Tech and UT before I can even enroll next fall. It's hard to stay motivated with all of the crap hanging over my head, a business to run and a house in shambles that I have to finish remodeling in order to even make a dent in my obscene debt, but I've been feeling good about things lately. I just wish my dog wasn't stinking up my living room
More later; 6am is going to suck.
Here's this
Mistil I kinda like her.
When I was twelve years old, I began helping my dad with painting and drywall. My parents were divorced, and I'm sure it was simply a means to keep me occupied at times when he had me, but I had an aptitude for it, an attention to detail, so he kept me at it through high school. I went to college (Texas Tech, if anyone gives a shit) for an undergraduate in Landscape Architecture. Through the summers in between, and occasionally during school, I would paint houses for extra cash (I was usually on scholarship) and to pay back any debt I had accrued during the previous semester. After Tech, I moved here to Austin where I continued to paint houses, having no desire to sit in someone else's office for two years doing AutoCAD monkey work (a prerequisite to becoming a licensed Landscape Architect). My living expenses were nil to none for the first two years I lived here, as I had done a tremendous amount of work to my roommate's house, so I really only worked when I needed the money or I wanted to travel. That allowed me a great deal of time to reevaluate who I was as a person and get heavily involved in what turned out to be a short-lived but passionate protest scene here in town, but it was a horrible habit to get into.
Now, leaning heavy on 30, I'm still painting houses with a relatively untouched degree. I made the decision to go to grad school here at UT for my masters (in Landscape Architecture) a couple of months ago, and I have a great many hoops to jump through for both Texas Tech and UT before I can even enroll next fall. It's hard to stay motivated with all of the crap hanging over my head, a business to run and a house in shambles that I have to finish remodeling in order to even make a dent in my obscene debt, but I've been feeling good about things lately. I just wish my dog wasn't stinking up my living room
More later; 6am is going to suck.
Here's this
Mistil I kinda like her.
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brandi77:
It's about time you updated. You're worse than me. You need some AL. Hmm...which one to choose?
mistil:
*hug* 