"Could I have a wake-up call at 7:30?"
And so, I sit here at gallery. I can see all these people around me working. Drinking. There's an old man in front of me. I think he is a doctor. Though, I'm not sure. He has an old/ghetto lap-top. It's about as thick as my Art History book. He's so jealous of my computer. I see him eyeing it. Three SCAD students just walked in. You know how I know they're SCAD students? They look like them. Broke-down. I have yet to see a SCAD student (myself included) that dresses in a suit or wears a tie (correctly). Given, I don't think too many college kids do. Oh well. Lost argument.
So I came here to work. And I did. I am re-doing my website (yes, again), doing freelance for a few people, working on homework, thinking of ideas for Colin and Nabil's radio show website, thinking about my life, and I was talking to Kate as well. I like talking to her. She usually (usually) tells me what I need to hear. Not necessarily what I want, but more so what I need to hear.
The SCAD kids just left.
Why is it I seem to fall into a pattern of self-pity? Lately I have been realizing a lot of things. One of which, is obvious-- relationships are unique. On any level. Friends, family, boyfriend/girlfriend. I guess I have been reminded of that. Not that I mind. It's reassuring once and a while to see your flaws and then try to work on them. But where is the point that you can stop working on your problems, and be content with them? I mean, I am by no means perfect. I am perfectly comfortable in that. But how un-perfect can we be? Is there a limit? I don't know. Maybe I never will. But, I guess I am okay with that, too.
This past week has been interesting. Everything seems to have really kicked into gear. All facets of my life, I guess, fall into that category. My advertising class has been interesting, to say the least. I get to come up with great campaigns in like 30 minutes. I find that fun and challenging. I am starting to experience my classes actually challenge my design abilities. I like that, a lot. My personal life, which has been on the back burners for quite sometime, has slowly picked up. From the slums of winter-break, I have been going out more and doing different things. My Saturday nights did consist of going to the club and just being monotonous. But, among other things, I am starting feel a new dynamic this quarter. For more than one reason, I think it directly relates back to me and actually going out, and not caring what others may think. Though, I guess that's a hindering quality to some people's perception of me. But, I am tired of caring too much. Worrying about things I cannot control. I guess I need to stop apologizing, and really just take things for what they are. Enjoy them in the moment. It's nice to have someone there that will remind you to quit it, and just be quiet.
Gallery is playing country music now. I think I might leave.
I am supposed to go to a toga party tonight. I think I might, sans toga. Then again, I might feel a little adventurous and wear a washcloth to the party. Who knows. I do have a tan I need to start sporting. Given it is winter, and the select few who are blessed enough to enjoy my tan are usually just Kate and Colin. Usually. Though, I am a stripper, so I guess you could count those strangers.
The country music is over. Now we're back to depressing indie-pop.
FYI, I don't strip.
Auf Wiedersehen,
The Kid in the Corner
So I came here to work. And I did. I am re-doing my website (yes, again), doing freelance for a few people, working on homework, thinking of ideas for Colin and Nabil's radio show website, thinking about my life, and I was talking to Kate as well. I like talking to her. She usually (usually) tells me what I need to hear. Not necessarily what I want, but more so what I need to hear.
The SCAD kids just left.
Why is it I seem to fall into a pattern of self-pity? Lately I have been realizing a lot of things. One of which, is obvious-- relationships are unique. On any level. Friends, family, boyfriend/girlfriend. I guess I have been reminded of that. Not that I mind. It's reassuring once and a while to see your flaws and then try to work on them. But where is the point that you can stop working on your problems, and be content with them? I mean, I am by no means perfect. I am perfectly comfortable in that. But how un-perfect can we be? Is there a limit? I don't know. Maybe I never will. But, I guess I am okay with that, too.
This past week has been interesting. Everything seems to have really kicked into gear. All facets of my life, I guess, fall into that category. My advertising class has been interesting, to say the least. I get to come up with great campaigns in like 30 minutes. I find that fun and challenging. I am starting to experience my classes actually challenge my design abilities. I like that, a lot. My personal life, which has been on the back burners for quite sometime, has slowly picked up. From the slums of winter-break, I have been going out more and doing different things. My Saturday nights did consist of going to the club and just being monotonous. But, among other things, I am starting feel a new dynamic this quarter. For more than one reason, I think it directly relates back to me and actually going out, and not caring what others may think. Though, I guess that's a hindering quality to some people's perception of me. But, I am tired of caring too much. Worrying about things I cannot control. I guess I need to stop apologizing, and really just take things for what they are. Enjoy them in the moment. It's nice to have someone there that will remind you to quit it, and just be quiet.
Gallery is playing country music now. I think I might leave.
I am supposed to go to a toga party tonight. I think I might, sans toga. Then again, I might feel a little adventurous and wear a washcloth to the party. Who knows. I do have a tan I need to start sporting. Given it is winter, and the select few who are blessed enough to enjoy my tan are usually just Kate and Colin. Usually. Though, I am a stripper, so I guess you could count those strangers.
The country music is over. Now we're back to depressing indie-pop.
FYI, I don't strip.
Auf Wiedersehen,
The Kid in the Corner