Shaking the Foundations
Actually, its just me that is shaking. Didn't have enough to eat I guess and by the end of class I was willing my tummy to not growl. I then headed back to my office for a last minute snack of warm sandwiche and I think that leaving the sanwiche on my desk for three hours wasn't a good call. I ended up just munching the meat that hadn't touched the Mayo. Bleh!

Also, I told my mom that I would call her after class so we could go shopping for paint for her study. Bah, no answers. Called home four times until I rustled Aspen out of the pool so she could tell me they weren't there. I also had tried my moms cell phone numerous times and that wasn't answered and it seems Aspen had to once again get out of the pool to go upstairs and answer it for me. Grrrr... technology is good mom - and even when she knew i was going to call :-P

So, to sit here a bit longer and meet her there or go ahead and go home. /sigh. I didn't want to go home again to that room. I am so sick of sharing a room with two desks, two computers, a huge armoire, an even more huge bed that is in actuality a futon with a bunk, my clothes haphazardly tossed into three bags above and a closet so full that the doors cannot be fully opened or closed on account of the overthrow of order into chaos.

I have beautiful drawings and dreams for that room. And I will fix it - oh yes - it will be done. When I get the urge to redecorate, watch out and watch your wallet!! hehe I want to go in there, toss everything out, paint the heck out of it, put up curtains, tear things down, organize, and make it into a guest bedroom/study where she can relax and not be lost in the clutter. {{rubs hands together in glee}}

I should have gotten a second major - something in interior design. I love it. It is more than just a hobby - it is a huge part of me that just wants to explode from the books and go crazy with all the ideas in my head.

Does this passion surpass English? Even Old English? No... it's just different.