Just 10 More Days..

..until I can don those robes and tell COB to KISS MY ASS.

Needless to say, I'm thoroughly excited about that. For all the good it has done me, COB has also been a large resource of misery and woe. Some of it I will admit was due to my own carelessness and/or shortcomings, and other parts were due to the follies of others. Nonetheless, my time there is steadily winding down and I'm relishing my freedom from it immensely.

Of course, I have quite a few things to look forward too- my Oma is coming over to watch me take my graduation walk. It would've been about 3 years ago that she was last here to see me graduate from high school and attend prom, so that in itself is exciting. Also, my first solo vacation with Tavares is coming up after his birthday in July. We've decided on a cruise. It's gonna be pretty sweet, being away from all the other distractions and solely concentrating on us.

Now, this particular period of time comes with its own hardships- finding a job/college, while trying to balance pleasing the powers that be [barely, anyway] while maintaining my own passion and studying what I want to do, and maybe even finding a way out of here. This house has served me well, but I'm itching to be somewhere else. Where I won't be constantly harrassed or bothered, where I can work on my art in solitude.. even a small studio apartment with the bare minimum would be great. But in order to get that, I need money. Meaning I need a job. So, it's all just wishful thinking...

But yea. Ten days. Needs to hurry up and move its ass.