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Velociraptor

I was able to acquire a parking pass for school after a bit of trouble and very slow talking
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Safe Days

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I wrote an intro.  I promise I did.  I wrote this long post about how excited I am about this new chapter in my life, but it wasn't me, well it didn't sound like me, so I deleted it. I want to blog with my true voice and if that means dropping a few F bombs to break the ice, you got it.

School starts in a few days.  I keep calling these safe days.  I have two more safe days, Saturday and Sunday.  Then... chaos.

I keep having these scenarios run through my mind where I can't find my class, or I can't find a parking spot, or I get pulled over, or I over sleep and then eventually everything bursts into flames... like a chain reaction sort of thing.

What if everyone in my class hates me and they are all metalsmith pros and I just sit there in my chair crying and wishing I was home with my cats?

I shouldn't have quit my job,
but I hated it.

I shouldn't have jumped head first into something I know nothing about,
but I want to build a life I love.

I need to make things.  I have this artist's heart that won't let me work a normal 9-5.

So here's the journal of an anxiety riddled, foul mouthed, weird, little cat lady that quit her 8 year job dealing at a casino where she made more money then she ever needed to become a metalsmith.