I'm a roller too, baby...

Finally.

I was able to register for classes today. The pushing, emailing, and visiting got me into the university after applications had ceased being accepted, during the massive budget cuts they are undergoing.

Wasn't sure it was going to happen.

But it did.

And it's funny, I haven't had a semester off since I was... er, 19? 18? Probably 19, and even when I did have a semester off, it was because I had been kicked out of college.

I've gone to four colleges now. Kicked out from the first, graduated from the second, graduated from the third, fourth was simply for work purposes, and now I'm back in the third. Full-time student, full-time employee, rocking along like I do.

Not bad. Got into the classes I need to, am taking one of the two required exams for certification on Saturday morning, have an essay to submit, another application to file, if I remember correctly, and I have to go get fingerprinted and immunized.

Most of my free time is currently being spent working towards goals. Writing, exercising, studying, eating, reading books I should be reading, learning as much as I can, maintaining social relationships. I don't really have much time in which I'm not working on something. Even my lunchbreak at work is spent in a combination of exercise and, currently, going through various classic British Lit.

I study fashion and make-up when I have an hour or two between activities, I read books and articles on social dynamics, on body language, diet, and seduction.

I've been doing this for months, and this drive has not left me. It's just growing more and more as I push myself harder and harder, fitting in as much as I can into whatever area or timeslot I can manage, sacrificing sleep and recreational activities so I can develop.

Makes me wonder when I'll be satisfied. If I'll be satisfied.