Life has been... yeah, lately.

The Good:
I got into CCAD surprisingly easily; one meeting, one portfolio review, and I was accepted.
I got a new viola, who has yet to be named. I love her to death; she is positively beautiful.
Less than 50 days until I'm officially done with high school. Once I'm gone, I swear to god I'm going to be the most ecstatic person ever.
I bought my prom dress last week! It's a beautiful wine colour and is a little bit poofy, but not too much, and has this gorgeous rouching to make small star-like gathers across the skirt. It's perfect. AND less than $200.
I have an A in government. Oh, wow. o_____o; AND I haven't failed any math tests yet.
Work is going well. I really like it at Budget, though I do need to get some uber comfy shoes. I have a ton, but they start to lose their comfiness after the 3rd hour of standing.

The Bad:
Two days before my portfolio review [mind you, the most stressful day of my life ;_;], Jon broke up with me. Over two years, gone. Now I know what he meant by time positively wasted. All that effort, all those nights crying and aching, and just trying to be patient were for nothing at all. You don't know how betrayed I feel. Everything in my life is screwed up now, completely. I have to reevaluate everything I've ever wanted or dreamed about, because it's all suddenly gone. Every last bit of it, because his heart changed. And, the absolute worst part of it is that he can't even give me a reason why. It makes me feel like he was never really in it, and I wasted so much time being as good of a girlfriend as I could possibly be, while he was out lying to me, cheating on me, breaking every promise he's ever made, more or less, calling me names, and making me feel like shit. Now, I know I'm not perfect, but I tried so hard to be good, and all he ever did was call me selfish and needy and childish when I just wanted to talk to him. He yelled at me almost every time I cried, called me selfish when HE was the one out wasting our time, blowing money that was supposed to be, in essence, for his moving here, and hanging with his 'friends' and telling me they took precedent over me simply because they were there. Even though he had promised he would be home with me. And, you know what's the second worse thing about all of this? I still love him and want to be with him. After all he's done, after all he's hurt me and made me cry and want to die, I still love him and believe that he's making a mistake, and want to spend the rest of my life with him. It's not because I'm scared to be single or anything of the sort. And I just don't understand why he fell out of love with me. I don't get it; if anything, it should be me not in love with him anymore. I've never lied to him, cheated on him, broken promises to him, or anything. All I've done is insist that he spend time with me when he tells me he will. Would. Whatever.

Because I've been so just... heartbroken because of this, my grades have slipped dramatically. I have a D in economics; how is beyond me. A D in math, as well as in Anatomy, because I just haven't been doing work. I haven't had the motivation for anything.


Oh, well. >____<; I'll pick them all up soon.

So, yesterday was my first day of work and Budget Tapes and Records, this little hippie store in Kanawha City that's been around since the 60s or 70s. It's really nifty and, so far, I really like it.

The craziest thing happened; I walked in for my first day and it turns out they also hired a girl I know named Renee, who is really cool and I met after one of her plays. So, that was absolutely wonderful, because I was sort of scared that I'd be there all alone. But, I'm not. 9:

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Besides having a really nice first day of work, I also found out some positively wonderful news: I have an A in English (a 92.56%, which JUST rounds me up. It's so great) AND...

a C in Math. That's... zomg. I worked my ass off to get a good grade on my final, and, ja. I killed it, and I pulled my D up, so life is pretty wonderful right about now, save for the fact I am still not sleeping, even with prescription sleeping pills, plus I've been really emotional and my face is breaking out. The latter two I'm fairly certain are a side-effect of the pills. I rarely ever break out like I am now, so I think I'm just going to stop the pills. If they don't help and are causing bad side-effects, why keep going? Doesn't make any sense to me.

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Thats' all for now. (: <3

Hello, deviantArt.

I want to reassure people that I am not stealing other people's work! If any of the deviations seem familiar, that is because this is my second account. The other, maighdeanuil, has a lot of old, unwanted things on it, too many to delete. So, I am taking what is liked from it and adding it here.

A little about me:

My name is Kaitlyn, but I prefer being called Kaitie. I am 18 years old, and, finally, a senior. I hope to attend the Columbus College of Art and Design in the fall for Fashion Design, but have a free ride, books and all, to WVU for the same majour. I am an artist, writer, and musician. I've played viola for 9 years so far, and have happily been principle violist in the WVYSO for three or four years.

My time is spent either studying for one of my two AP History courses (I positively LOVE learning about history, especially WORLD hisory), drawing, practicing viola, or talking to my boyfriend, Jonathan, whom I have been with for two years.

My AIM is darkfeysorceress, if you want to talk, about pretty much anything, just IM me. Please say something about being from dA so I know you're not some random porn-IM thing.