Good timing.

I got home from school today and I was all kinds anxious because I'm waiting for something important to come it the mail and it was supposed to get here today. Well, as I expected, it wasn't in the mailbox. I was this close to crying, because this week was already frustrating enough, when I noticed I had two letters; One from my Uncle Richie and one from Kevin.

I know my Uncle wont read this, but it really cheered me up to get that Christmas card with 5 bucks in it. That 5 dollars makes a large impact, believe it or not. I have to put some gas in my car and every penny counts, ya know? Also, the message inside was really sweet. He wrote:

Regine,
May you always be loved and be loving.
Your Uncle,
Richard

I loved that. My uncle always sends me the best letters. Usually longer than that, but it was short and sweet.

Kevin sent me this post card that he made.

















I love it! I miss him soooo much. This sucky week is going to drag knowing that he's not coming till next weekend.Hurry up, Craft!

















Well, I'm off.

Shot Down.

It's like the harder I try on a photo project, the more crap I get. I understand what she means about the photos not looking too senior portrait-y but it's like if I take the photos inside their houses and apartments, they're just gonna look boring and be the same or worse than if I continue to take them outside.

I feel really upset and stressed because this is the final project and it's due in a week and she basically told me to start over. It's hard when you're working with models because everyone has conflicting schedules and stuff.

I give up.
GAAAAH.

The worst thing is that I can't apply to trucking school till I'm 22. I'm seriously considering it. I want to try at least. You only take classes for about a month, so I think it'll be worth the wait and finishing things at UNT. I planned on finishing college, but for a little while there I wanted to quit. It's like, I'm freaking studying Art for Christ's sake. ART.

I could cry, and I think I mean it. I say that a lot, but I'm seriously on the verge of a major breakdown if this project isn't any good.

:(

Oh Noes!

I think this is wonderful.

Things have taken a strange turn for the better. The much better. I think I'm over the Nolan thing. Ha, I know last time I was all complainy about it, but I for real think I've gotten it through my stupid head that there is no reason to go for the "Bad Guy".

I will be his friend, like we should've been from the beginning. Things will be better that way.

So there's this guy...

His name is Zach. He's pretty awesome.
He likes me. I like him. I do. As far as I know, we're taking things at a pretty good, slow pace. Relatively slow. Haha. Slow enough that I'm comfortable. We've gotten to the two week mark and I'm not completely freaked out, so that's a good sign. He's not like trying to force me to be his girlfriend. I'm glad. I don't like jumping straight into relationships. That's stupid and I hate it.

Dating is nice.

That's it.
He's swell.