Second of all, y'all. Yyyyy'aaaaalllllll. YOU ALL. *sigh* I inexplicably went missing. And while I realize nobody but my mother noticed or cared (and even she stopped reading my blog several years ago because I'm "too crass"), I offer this explanation: I started graduate school two weeks ago.
In fact, here's me on my very first day: Aw. Cute. Great choice with the red power skinnies, Emily-From-Two-Weeks-Ago. Poor choice with the...what is that? A polo or a blouse? With a lap band? In baby blue? Burn it. Immediately. Also, wipe that smirk off your face because you're about to get buried alive with school work.
And here's me last Saturday night:
As it turns out, working [nearly] full-time and going to school full-time is super hard. Who'd a thought?
I won't describe my new schedule to you because frankly, I get a little queasy when I think about it. And the only thing that curbs the nausea is bowl upon bowl of Marshmellow Mateys cereal. It's not pretty.
Upside, I'm loving what I'm studying! Color theory! Typefaces! Html coding! Ubernerds, UNITE! Adam picked up my text on typography, skimmed a few pages, and then tossed it away with a disgusted, This is an entire book about fonts. Gross.
I went to his bookshelf, used a crane to lower down his 50 pound tome on Article Three, and then blew my nose right into the spine.
I enjoy blogging. I really do. I love sharing my abounding stupidity. I love you even more for reading it. And I'd give you my firstborn for commenting!
However, my prudent-not-to-be-confused-with-prudish sister said it best: you only get one shot at graduate school.
I intend to make it count.
Which means I have to go. Like, now. My heart aches too bad when I think about abandoning The Krossroads for good, but, at least for this semester, the hopeful return of the Five-Posts-a-Week Emily was just a pipe dream.
I'll write when I can and cry when I can't. And who knows? The coming days, weeks, months might find me back here!