Just Another Day Of Distractions In The Life Of Perpetual Waiting

I think the title sums up the last week and a half of my life perfectly: Just another day of distractions in the life of perpetual waiting. I'm still feeling confident whilst fighting the thoughts of forgotteness. Crazy, right? Well, not really. Waiting for this news inparticular is probably the biggest thing of my life. Yeah, I did move to London within three months of declaring I was going, and that was epic, but really, nothing in comparison to this. Potentially the most soon to be life changing events because three men with power see something in me. It's a big deal. No, it's a massive/explosive/exponentially out of this universe kind of big deal. Yep, if I make it, and I still like to believe I will, then my career, status and heck, even ability will all be prosperous.... FOREVVAAAA!!!!

My only complaint is that it makes it even harder to wait knowing that others have found out, good or bad, and I still do not. So to that I say BOO!, thumbs down and awkward face. You've tested my only child patience in a cruel way, and have torn me down in ways I never knew you could. My only request after all this time, is grant me want I so deeply want and need and rebuild me into the designer you know I can be. It's about time, don't ya think?