The longest 2 hour nap ever
It took me 6 hours until I woke up realizing that I am NOT actually a secret agent man. I love naps.
This semester has truly flown by. One more until I have to apply for Upper Division. Am I scared shitless? Yes. Do I have any doubts about me getting in? No. I think only around 60 get in. Adrenaline rush here.
It seems like every Monday and Wednesday around 1:40, I have doubts about the work I pin up, and then at 4:30, I am fuckin top of the class. The littlest compliments push me further than anything I know, and some days, with the combination lack of sleep, battle wounds, and chunks of cardboard in my hair, those compliments are the only thing that keep me going on in this profession.
Last night I had to pull an all-nighter full of watercoloring fun. I come to class, and my studio teacher is showing my drawings to every student. My friend Daniel looked at my stuff and told me that I should get a job as a draftsman. I am one of 7 males and one female in my studio class (8 others dropped out). I was once told that I wouldn't succeed in this male-dominated profession mostly because I'm a chick, but so far I have and I'm fuckin proud of it.
I'm even more impressed because I can now successfully fight with Jon during our ever-increasing bitch fights and paint totem pole cacti at the same time. Srsly, very useful.
Alright, I haven't done my laundry in a couple of weeks now. I can't wait to do it. Later folks.
This semester has truly flown by. One more until I have to apply for Upper Division. Am I scared shitless? Yes. Do I have any doubts about me getting in? No. I think only around 60 get in. Adrenaline rush here.
It seems like every Monday and Wednesday around 1:40, I have doubts about the work I pin up, and then at 4:30, I am fuckin top of the class. The littlest compliments push me further than anything I know, and some days, with the combination lack of sleep, battle wounds, and chunks of cardboard in my hair, those compliments are the only thing that keep me going on in this profession.
Last night I had to pull an all-nighter full of watercoloring fun. I come to class, and my studio teacher is showing my drawings to every student. My friend Daniel looked at my stuff and told me that I should get a job as a draftsman. I am one of 7 males and one female in my studio class (8 others dropped out). I was once told that I wouldn't succeed in this male-dominated profession mostly because I'm a chick, but so far I have and I'm fuckin proud of it.
I'm even more impressed because I can now successfully fight with Jon during our ever-increasing bitch fights and paint totem pole cacti at the same time. Srsly, very useful.
Alright, I haven't done my laundry in a couple of weeks now. I can't wait to do it. Later folks.