change of fucking plans.
Justin, par usual, is absolutely right. The only reason I wanted to work in the library is because I really just want to have (subversive-esque?) sex in an adorable little librarian outfit between some old books. It has nothing to do with a constructive move towards goal fulfillment, and it has more than absolutely nothing to do with my lucrative and joyful future profession as a radical fine art visual anthropologist. thank you JT, for clearing that up for me. Plus, as I told Justin, I can have Ben build a library set and then, well, you know. dress up.
SO! the new and improved and Justin-sanctioned plan: To find a photographer I either A) respect, B) think I could learn a lot from or C) both, who is in need of a talented and intelligent paid intern or assistant--- that would be me. and give 10 to 20 hours a week of my time and labor to them instead of to the school library that could only pay me seven bucks an hour anyway. And in the meantime, I have picked up more work at the Art Academy to help with the financial end of things.
In other non-related news: Gan's going to a comic book production class and I have my initial psychotherapy assessment interview this upcoming tuesday. and yes my mother is paying for it. the therapy that is. laughing. I have no idea what will be gleaned from either. He needs discipline and I need a trained third party to help me wade through my shit without drowning in it. Maybe by the end of the year, he'll be looking for a publisher and I'll be a more sane human being. Or maybe it will be the other way around. Seriously though, I'm looking forward to some facilitated help for the long haul or at least for the next year or so. It's time.
SO! the new and improved and Justin-sanctioned plan: To find a photographer I either A) respect, B) think I could learn a lot from or C) both, who is in need of a talented and intelligent paid intern or assistant--- that would be me. and give 10 to 20 hours a week of my time and labor to them instead of to the school library that could only pay me seven bucks an hour anyway. And in the meantime, I have picked up more work at the Art Academy to help with the financial end of things.
In other non-related news: Gan's going to a comic book production class and I have my initial psychotherapy assessment interview this upcoming tuesday. and yes my mother is paying for it. the therapy that is. laughing. I have no idea what will be gleaned from either. He needs discipline and I need a trained third party to help me wade through my shit without drowning in it. Maybe by the end of the year, he'll be looking for a publisher and I'll be a more sane human being. Or maybe it will be the other way around. Seriously though, I'm looking forward to some facilitated help for the long haul or at least for the next year or so. It's time.