Crawling back into things
Finally starting to model again. I haven't done much of that since graduation. Been mostly too depressed/tired/wanting to take a vacation from it. Was hoping to have serious work by now, but that hasn't happened.
Last couple of attempts to do some modeling/texturing/whatever didn't end well. Some seriously failed projects, like a large-scale street scene, and then me trying to replicate a hallway-type thing from a half-watched tutorial. Then there was that time I tried to start modeling a motorcycle, but I got too wrapped up in research to actually get anywhere with it.
So I've decided to go back to basics. Just try modeling a room. Single room. Closed door, put in a closet for a bit of variety. Figure that ought to give me some things to do for awhile, and help ease me back into the swing of things again.
I need a better demo reel if I'm going to have any hope of ever getting a decent paying job. Gonna need it to get out of debt. To move on with my freaking life.
Speaking of which, it's time for me to seriously start doing that job hunting thing again, so I'm slowly easing my way into that. Starting to also seriously consider relocation as an option. Even if it means I'd have to borrow or steal.
I've been playing a high-stakes game for quite some time now, so there's no reason to back out at this point. Might as well keep rolling the dice until things finally start looking up in my favor. Only other options seem to include becoming mentally unstable and crawling into the fetal position to do nothing but cry for six days straight.
Speaking of crawling, I think I'll go crawl into my bed now. Got too many things that need doing, and no means to make them happen. No insurance yet again means things don't look like they'll get better. If I can get a better job, I can afford to get myself some actual health care... and get my damned teeth fixed while I'm at it.
Fuck poverty, and fuck this lower class bullshit. I've had enough of it. I'm not lucky enough to be able to rely on parents to get me a car or whatever. I've asked for enough from them. I've gotta find a way to make this shit work on my own.
Maybe one of these days I'll sit down and write out the whole story about why I came down here in the first place, and the things that drove me where I am now. But that's probably an entire book's worth, and way more than I wanna write at the moment.
Cold weather coming. Kind of looking forward to that.
Touhoues to send me off to sleep tonight. So relaxing...
Last couple of attempts to do some modeling/texturing/whatever didn't end well. Some seriously failed projects, like a large-scale street scene, and then me trying to replicate a hallway-type thing from a half-watched tutorial. Then there was that time I tried to start modeling a motorcycle, but I got too wrapped up in research to actually get anywhere with it.
So I've decided to go back to basics. Just try modeling a room. Single room. Closed door, put in a closet for a bit of variety. Figure that ought to give me some things to do for awhile, and help ease me back into the swing of things again.
I need a better demo reel if I'm going to have any hope of ever getting a decent paying job. Gonna need it to get out of debt. To move on with my freaking life.
Speaking of which, it's time for me to seriously start doing that job hunting thing again, so I'm slowly easing my way into that. Starting to also seriously consider relocation as an option. Even if it means I'd have to borrow or steal.
I've been playing a high-stakes game for quite some time now, so there's no reason to back out at this point. Might as well keep rolling the dice until things finally start looking up in my favor. Only other options seem to include becoming mentally unstable and crawling into the fetal position to do nothing but cry for six days straight.
Speaking of crawling, I think I'll go crawl into my bed now. Got too many things that need doing, and no means to make them happen. No insurance yet again means things don't look like they'll get better. If I can get a better job, I can afford to get myself some actual health care... and get my damned teeth fixed while I'm at it.
Fuck poverty, and fuck this lower class bullshit. I've had enough of it. I'm not lucky enough to be able to rely on parents to get me a car or whatever. I've asked for enough from them. I've gotta find a way to make this shit work on my own.
Maybe one of these days I'll sit down and write out the whole story about why I came down here in the first place, and the things that drove me where I am now. But that's probably an entire book's worth, and way more than I wanna write at the moment.
Cold weather coming. Kind of looking forward to that.
Touhoues to send me off to sleep tonight. So relaxing...