Not bad, not bad...
Graduation ceremony was long and boring and almost more stressful than it was worth, but is over.
I'm not actually done with classes yet as I have to work to get one grade changed,... a class I never thought I'd have trouble with -
Ceramics. ha. but it's wheelthrowing and I am god damn unskilled at that stuff.
In any case I know it will be finished shortly.
I think it's a perfect summary though... since I'm dragging out the idea of being done.
I think I'm glad, but I will miss certain things.
Meh. Whatever. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
The proud smiles my parents were covered in that night was worth every bit of struggle and the massive debt I now have.
Really... made me proud of myself when I really still wasn't. I'm a bit of a worrier, even when I don't realize it.
I guess my art sums me up pretty well. It's really nice when someone likes it. I don't know what the hell it is though...
it takes me a while to gain any awareness of what went in to it since it's usually a purely meditative process.
And I always do figure it out a bit more with time. It's my outlet. It's what reaches over the walls I build within myself.
Something I've been doing since a very young age. I used to make up songs and sing them to myself while swinging on the tire swing at my parents house that has been there for almost 3 decades, I think. I used to write poetry. I used to sketch. I didn't have a reason that I could ever explain, but it was me. And still is. That's as much in to words and with-in myself that I can reach.
ANYWAY, enough of that nonsense...
The after-grad gathering was a nice one.
The 6 of us together made a good atmosphere.
Here's pictures... less words.
Proud:
First year roommates:
Dad, Older Brother Brandy & his kids - the coolest kids ever - Zack and Dani
A few of my favorite things:
I love this gal:
haha.
Thanks, kids. =)
I'm not actually done with classes yet as I have to work to get one grade changed,... a class I never thought I'd have trouble with -
Ceramics. ha. but it's wheelthrowing and I am god damn unskilled at that stuff.
In any case I know it will be finished shortly.
I think it's a perfect summary though... since I'm dragging out the idea of being done.
I think I'm glad, but I will miss certain things.
Meh. Whatever. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
The proud smiles my parents were covered in that night was worth every bit of struggle and the massive debt I now have.
Really... made me proud of myself when I really still wasn't. I'm a bit of a worrier, even when I don't realize it.
I guess my art sums me up pretty well. It's really nice when someone likes it. I don't know what the hell it is though...
it takes me a while to gain any awareness of what went in to it since it's usually a purely meditative process.
And I always do figure it out a bit more with time. It's my outlet. It's what reaches over the walls I build within myself.
Something I've been doing since a very young age. I used to make up songs and sing them to myself while swinging on the tire swing at my parents house that has been there for almost 3 decades, I think. I used to write poetry. I used to sketch. I didn't have a reason that I could ever explain, but it was me. And still is. That's as much in to words and with-in myself that I can reach.
ANYWAY, enough of that nonsense...
The after-grad gathering was a nice one.
The 6 of us together made a good atmosphere.
Here's pictures... less words.
Proud:
First year roommates:
Dad, Older Brother Brandy & his kids - the coolest kids ever - Zack and Dani
A few of my favorite things:
I love this gal:
haha.
Thanks, kids. =)