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So I just got back on the train a couple hours or so ago. Chicago was amazing and overwhelming...as it always has been...and I suspect even if it becomes my place of residence...always will be. I met a lot of interesting characters...my favorite being an incredibly interesting early twenties something red haired vagabond man from grandrapids i sat next to on the train to chicago. I think if he lived here we'd be best friends.
It was a good mother daughter thing. We walked around all day doing various things and consuming too much caffeine...and then retired to our hotel to stay up reading. She brought along "the time traveler's wife" by audrey niffenegger, for me to read (the female character is a student at the school of the art institute of chicago) and so far I love it. Today we spent the day at the art institute. The lautrec exhibit was amazing. fucking brilliant. Upon arriving there today we realized we had to pay for the exhibit...mark still doesn't understand why we used the last of our money on the show instead of for lunch and dinner today. haha.
yesterday after my interview i met robb, an old friend of my dad's who i haven't seen since i was 3 and works in the sound department of the school. I realized as I looked at the available student body...that out of every male I saw there...I didn't find one body that I wasn't attracted to. lol. I don't know how to feel about that. lol.
Okay...so what I actually went to chicago for...that whole school thing...well...it was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I was stuck in a little room showing a little man my work...pulling out my portfolio piece by piece and having him tell me everything that was wrong with it. I felt like I was two years old...struggling in my mothers heels...a little kid thats family had the mistake of compassionately fibbing to the the child that they were talented...I felt...little. I must not be a total fuck up, because he said that although I'm "not exceptional" and haven't put forth any work yet worth the scholarship...that I was good enough and that he'd approve my portfolio...i still have to send in my application and pass the paper shit...but that is something i'm actually relatively confident in. and he wasn't completely horrid to me...constructive criticism is terrifying when you're scared of failing...and he liked my boots a lot...that was the only piece he didn't mutilate...he said i didn't charge mrs. harris enough for it. : )
But yeah...so if i can pull of my application I'm in.