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Having spent the last several months with no one I know around (with the exception of Devin) , I have naturally grown somewhat more deliberate and cautious in how quickly I try and impress myself onto any particular people and/or situations. I must now emerge from my psuedo self concious shell and put on my wierdo shoes (that is, of course, if I can dig them out of my closet). Tomorrow, I embark on my newest and perhaps most obvious endeavor since the time I held up that bank with a paintball gun.. ART SCHOOL, that is. Thats right, I am going to calarts as a real official bona fide art student. This makes me feel both proud and ridiculous at the same time. I have a sneaking suspicion I may not graduate from this place.
Heres the problem, people are asking me "what kind of work do you do?" all the time. I don't know how to answer them. Any ideas? (I don't really make ANY work, mind you, I just need something to say until I can scream "Look! Its the good year blimp!" and then give them a wedgie and run away before they take me seriously.)
I wouldn't want to leave this climate for anything, but I just might if I might end up seeing some familiar faces in the process. LA ain't exactly a lonely town, its just...like that.
Heres the problem, people are asking me "what kind of work do you do?" all the time. I don't know how to answer them. Any ideas? (I don't really make ANY work, mind you, I just need something to say until I can scream "Look! Its the good year blimp!" and then give them a wedgie and run away before they take me seriously.)
I wouldn't want to leave this climate for anything, but I just might if I might end up seeing some familiar faces in the process. LA ain't exactly a lonely town, its just...like that.