Hurro, Deviantart!

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to all of you darlings, Canadian or otherwise.

K. I know it's been two or three forevers since I've posted, umm, ANYTHING AT ALL on here, so err sowwy chaps. I take full responsibility for that and will not be blaming any fictional characters for my absence, Elphaba Thropp and Luna Lovegood. Ahem.

I miiiiiiiissssss being aaaaactiiiiiiiiiive on DeviannntAAAAART.
A lot.
I miss ART in general.
Alas, poor art-things, I knew you well once but have not been adequately acquainted with you in a very, very long time – our only interaction recently being infrequent and irregular.

As you may have guessed, I have been thuper thuper busy with le school. I started at ye old university a month ago, and it is really robbing me of precious time for, umm, everything else ever. Kinda like every other person in school right now. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HALF OF THEM IS THAT I ADORE SCHOOL AT THE MOMENT. Ohmygoodness, education has never made me so happy, and I was always very happy about education.

Can I just-?
I mean, is it okay-?
I'm going to.

I LOVE GOING TO SCHOOL.
I LOVE WRITING TESTS AND DOING HOMEWORK.
I LOVE GETTING HOME VURRY LATE IN THE EVENING.
AND HAVING TO READ BORING SHIT WELL INTO TOMORROW.
I LOVE WAKING UP DEATHLY EARLY THE NEXT DAY, TOO.
I LOVE WORRYING ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD TO WEAR WHEN I GET UP.
AND I LOVE HAVING TO FORCE MYSELF OUT MY COMFORTABLE PJS.
I LOVE WALKING TO THE BUS EVERYDAY.
I LOVE RIIIIIIIIIIIDING ON THEEEEEE BUSSSSSSSS.
THE CITY BUS.
WHICH I LOVE AND, MAY PLACE IN A CATEGORY ALL ITS OWN.
I LOVE TAKING NOTES IN LECTURE AND TALKING WITH MY PEERS IN SEMINAR.
I LOVE MY NEW FRIENDS, POSSIBLE MORE DURING THIS VERY INSTANT IN TIME THAN I MISS MY OLD FRIENDS.
EXCEPT FOR YOU, KEL.
I'M STILL PISSED OFF AT YOU FOR MOVING SO FAR AWAY.
I LOVE YOU, BY THE WAY.
DON'T EVER CHANGE.

I love school. ♥

Anyway, that is basically what is going on in my life right now. My classes are all ridiculously kick-ass, and my teachers are adorable and old and foreign. <3 I can't believe I was so petrified of starting a new school WHAT THE FRIGG WAS I THINKING. Those bastards in high school all lied to me. They said it would be hard. And everyone would be mean. And my teachers wouldn't give a shit about me and it would be LECTURE BLAH BLAH LECTURE LECTURE BLAH HOMEWORK LECTURE HOMEWORK BLAH BLAH I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY JOB TO TEACH YOU IDIOTS AS I AM A “ PROFESSOR ”.

Horrible, horrible lies.

The professors are all amazing to talk to and they do care about youuuuu! I know these are not just flukes in my classes because I have gone to other lectures and SAT IN ON THEM BECAUSE I DAMN WELL COULD. In case you have missed it: I am a loser. I don't care. School is awesome and I wish everyone could love it as much as I do because life generally tends to suck, and it would deff be more bearable that way.

The only class that I am slighly EHHHH-feeling about is French. ((This is about five percent because it is three hours long, fifteen percent because I miss new episodes of Tuesday SVU to attend, and sixty percent because the French part of my brain died sometime mid-July.)) Anyway, I'm getting through, and slightly dreading my mid-term for this class TOMORROW EVENING.

NE VEUX PAS.

There you go.
A little update to ensure everyone that I have not yet fallen over dead somewhere.
I AM GOING TO TRY AND GET BACKING INTO REGULAR ARTING QUITE SOON.
So keep your chin up.
And your boobs out.

Because it's Save The TA-TAs month.

Love and Nymphs,
Ivy.

SOMEONE UPDATE ME YOUR LIFE.
I HATE NOT KNOWING IF YOU'RE ALL OKAY.