May 10, 2006 00:30
Finally the independent, modern, single, beautiful woman threw up all over the bathroom. how cliques, it was Chinese food.
I've never cried hard enough to do it. Everything was going well, I'm in a professional show, with artist from around the metropolis, I'm the only one without a masters in the show. My piece is in with the big boys, and I didn't even have to push it. The head of the art department, and curator of the show saw it in the storage room, called me the next day and demanded it be in his RED/YELLOW show.
I was becoming very confident and personal with my art. After a long dry spell, followed by a disdain for the stuff I did do, I finally got over looking at my work like a red headed step child with a mouth from a previous marriage.
I'm doing well with finals. I'm off to Chicago next year. I'm doing good.
*plummeting
No self realizations for tonight except that we aren't getting back together. I had that hope in me. But I gotta shake it out. There is nothing he sees in me that is that special. No matter how much I love him. I'm just setting a penny on a track and believing its not going to get run over.