(Same post as DeviantArt)
Well, in my two (or three?) weeks of absence I finally have some time to at least update you guys on what's going on. Usually I don't care but for this journal I respectfully ask that if you watch me, you read this journal. The school year didn't really start off on a good note I got kicked out of my physics class for not having the right math, I talk with my advisor and he says if you don't have the prerequisite it's up to the professor and that he used to teach physics. I tell the professor that and she's like "it's only up to me if the issue is overcrowding" and then the physics department head (who started it all by randomly walking in and looking at transcripts) who didn't even bother to hear why I was allowed to take it anyway or anything they just assume they have the power to do so and kicked me out. But now I have an easier schedule, three day weekends are back AND I have one class on Wednesdays. I now take History Of Modern Art instead of physics (which personally I think fits better with what I'm doing instead of physics) That's the abridged version of what's happened by the way. Something happened just today that has taken precedence in this post.
...My grandmother has died, cancer was the culprit. I had a long day today due to school (Tuesdays I go from 8:30 to 4) and during school I was thinking "wow today is really pleasant it's so weird, I feel good and none of my classes were full of work, matter of fact it was all just lectures, I don't like it usually a good day like this is punctuated with something bad" and lo and behold on my way home I learn of my grandmother's death. First comes disbelief then it starts to sink in, then I start to cry silently. I haven't even seen her in four years, I never got to say goodbye. I feel so many regrets. My next art will be in dedication to her and this journal is in dedication to her as well. The title of the journal is Gaelic for "I love you" my grandmother's side of the family is where I get my Irish from which I didn't even know about until I was 16. Though I should've expected something with her natural red hair and everyone else on the other sides of the family being Puerto Rican and having either brown or black hair. So to my Seanmháthair, tá grá agam duit
