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Let The Joyous News Be Spread
That's it.
It's over.
This whole experience known as "school" is no more in less than 17 minutes. I've been done, unofficially since yesterday, but it all ends at 12:01 AM Sunday morning.
So. Yay for me.
It's been a disturbingly long road to earn my BA in Graphic Design. I started in 2000 to finish off the last two years of my degree. Four years, three schools and one medical condition later it's now behind me.
And it's FREAKING MY SHIT OUT.
I don't know what else to do besides be a student and a starving artist. I've been doing it for so long that the idea of actually having a "career" or whatever they call them befuddles me. I look at the design field and it frightens me. High stress. Flooded market. Long hours. I don't necessarily want any of that. Now that I have a degree, I just want to do the art thing and be happy.
Because, that's a short term possibility. It means I need to sit down and write more. Get back to painting. Maybe get some more shows, or pieces in galleries.
But it also means, more school! Masters in Writing? I think so. But, for now, I'm relaxing. I think I've earned it.
The Brilliance Of Your Charms
Disney Hates Segways
Well not really, but I needed a title. But the real news here is I never thought of the brilliance of using a segway instead of a wheelchair if and when I would need help walking with the MS.
A segway! Brilliant!
Lay Lay Lay
I was watching the extras on Lost In Translation and aside from realizing I could sit in a room for days just watching this movie, something in the documentary "'Lost' on Location" made me happy. There was a moment where Sofia Coppola was being prodded by Spike Jonze about Bill Murray coming in for his first day, and as she continued to talk she started crying she was so happy.
I loved that small tiny emotional thing. Just to see someone THAT happy talking about something that hadn't even happened yet.
On a different, geekier note, Angel last night, was some good stuff. Cordelia coming back was the equivalent of going, "This is what your show is missing, but you're only going to have it for another 40 minutes." Well, it was missing her, and any real forward-plot coherence, but I've come to accept that.
It was just such a good episode. And every time Charisma smiled, how you could you not fall in love with her?
Okay. No more daydreaming about women.
I'm Just Like You
Just threw some reviews of Secret Lives of Dentists and The Perfect Score up over on my review site. Talk about a bipolar day of movies.
WOOOOOOOOO!
Since I've exhausted all options of talking to people, my friend had her twins!
WOOOOOO!
I'm shaky with adrenaline.
Greenland Is So High
As part of February sweeps, in an effort to gain more readers, I will be writing every post completely nude.
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