Reflections. . .
Why am I up, online, posting about life a little over 4 hours before I have to wake up and go to work? Because I've been kept up by my own thoughts. As of late I've been a bit consumed in introspection.
I've been going through a lot of my old things, dredging up memories long forgot. In truth, it's why I refuse to throw certain things out. Why I refuse to fix other things. The modification would diminish some of the intrinsic value. I keep them to remember where I come from, to know that I have a past, and that I have a future. To mark how far from the original plot I strayed and how much more refined it has become.
I have all but graduated now. All classes finished, (almost) all requirements fulfilled. All I have to do is get my diplomas(yes, plural;animation and video games). In a few weeks I hope to be mailing off my resume and portfolio(it's a museum map I made in UDK). From there who knows. The entire graduation thing has bees so . . . quiet. I muddled my way through another semester punctuated with weeks of frenzied activity at the end. It just feels like I kind of walked out of the entire thing. There was no party, no fan fare. I didn't go to the ceremony as I was too busy to remember to arrange things. It just dosen't feel real. I kind of wish I did make a big deal out of it now. But I guess I can do that next time.
I've been going through a lot of my old things, dredging up memories long forgot. In truth, it's why I refuse to throw certain things out. Why I refuse to fix other things. The modification would diminish some of the intrinsic value. I keep them to remember where I come from, to know that I have a past, and that I have a future. To mark how far from the original plot I strayed and how much more refined it has become.
I have all but graduated now. All classes finished, (almost) all requirements fulfilled. All I have to do is get my diplomas(yes, plural;animation and video games). In a few weeks I hope to be mailing off my resume and portfolio(it's a museum map I made in UDK). From there who knows. The entire graduation thing has bees so . . . quiet. I muddled my way through another semester punctuated with weeks of frenzied activity at the end. It just feels like I kind of walked out of the entire thing. There was no party, no fan fare. I didn't go to the ceremony as I was too busy to remember to arrange things. It just dosen't feel real. I kind of wish I did make a big deal out of it now. But I guess I can do that next time.