My lip only hurts at night...?

One week down. It has begun. I'm one week into school here in Savannah, and everything is literally, fantastic. Much better than the genesis of last year. Lest start from move-in day...

Okay, let's start before. I lied. Deal with it.

I finished up work with the art gallery at home about three weeks ago now. It was an amazing experience. I walked in thinking I'd be a temp for two weeks. In an out. That'd be it. Enough cash to hold me over till I got my job at Blockbuster done and settled with. I ended up staying for two whole months. I'm not complaining though, don't worry. I got the responsibilities and cash flow of a semi-real job, but I had the freedoms of a temp. It was great. Near the end, I got to work a little with some design projects that kept my brain in motion. The experience of seeing how a gallery, versus a mueseum works, was very interesting. The ideas of designing the space totally change. The focus is on getting every piece out there that juuuust might sell to someone. It's a very maximalist idea, as opposed to keeping everything simple and clean. Oddly enough, it works though. You really wouldn't believe. I never thought that at 19, I'd be selling a $2,500 glass bowl to someone I'd never see again. Strange things people. Strange things.

They were really so great to me, I feel like I have to give them a plug here, so please, go to www.somerhill.com and check em' out. They're great folks, and if you're in the area, stop by and see them. Tell em' I sent you... Then run.

Kidding.

So I finished at the gallery a week before I left for Savannah. I was still workign at Blockbuster some, but I needed time to mentally, and physically prepare to leave. During one of my days off, I dyed my hair black again, and I'm loving it. It works with my complexion in any season. So that's my two seconds of vanity for the day. Thanks for listening. I got packed and ready in record time, and I brought everything I needed, sans a longer ethernet cable and a pair of tweezers. I took care of the latter as soon as I could once I got here to Savannah.

As you already know, I've had this very real interest in a certain female I've been talking to, and the first night I arrived in Savannah, the family checked into the hotel, and I headed out to see her. When I picked her up, it was literally one of those moments where your heart skips a beat. I felt like I was 14 again. I couldn't get ANYTHING right. I was nervous, dorky, not my normally verbose self, and just all-around a disaster. We found a parking lot for us to leave the car to go walk around the city, and as soon as we got out, I had to give her a hug, but after, she pulled back, looked at me, and it was a very movie-esque moment, totally cliche, but it worked. Our eyes met, just for a second, and then we kissed. The rough start to the evening needed a little help along.

I've seen her every day since, and it's nothing short fo fantastic. In such a short amount of time, I've never been so happy to be with someone. It's not that rebound bullshit I've been through before either. We know how to give each other our space, but when to call, when to stop by, etc., etc... I haven't been this happy in around two years or more. It's absolutely insane. We're offcially dating now, and everythigng feels absolutely right. I'm making sure I don't take her for granted, I don't do stupid shit, and for ONCE, I'm not being selfish, and amazingly enough, it's coming naturally.

Okay. I'm done being sappy. But be happy for me. I haven't been here in a long time, and I don't plan on leaving any time soon.

On to business.

Life in Savannah is very different from what it used to be. I haven't had a songle thing to drink since I've been here, and I haven't seen much of my old friends. I keep intending to chill with them some, but oh well. It's actually been fine with me, so whatever. I'm smoking more, still no meat, and I'm drinking LOTS of water. Figure that out.

Classes are good I suppose. I have an advertising design class at 11:00 a.m. on Monday and Tuesday along with a 5:00 p.m. graphic design class. On Tuesdays and Thrusdays, I'm takimg my 3-D design nonsense. All three classes are fairly engaging, and all are challenging. I'm currently working on a powerpoint for the advertising, I'm letting hot glue settle on some spaghetti for the 3-D, and I'm procrastinating working on graphic design. Damn manual designing...

I feel motivated though. For many reasons. I want to be here, but I also want to be here for her. I think that's a little more noble than living for the next party? Maybe noble's not the word, but I'm doing well folks. Me and my lip ring.