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For all of the ignorant I present to you - The Perry Bible Fellowship
Easily the funniest thing on the internet. A couple of the comics on there had me in tears, and webcomics are generally the most unfunny thing to me. Beware, some are dirty, some are disturbing, and some are just plain...yeah. My kinda humor!
I'm about to head off to Pizza Luce with Victoria right now, but before I do, i think we all have to have a little bit of words.
Phil and I went to the Uptown Art Fair, and I was looking for something to buy my beautiful girlfriend, and I mean i was willing to spend way too much damn money on whatever it was, but the work there was even more than I forecasted! Even a print was running around a hundred bucks! However, Phil and I went back and forth about different forms, several methods and techniques that different artists employed, etc, and I realized that i really want to PAINT something. Meanwhile, I want to WRITE something after coming from San Diego. Film School? Yeah. Needless to say, i'm not really up for Baking too much longer.
So here I go. Here's what I'm going to say. I'm trying to stick to these guns, too, and i usually don't when i post it on my lj.
I'm quitting my job at the end of this month.
I can't do it, I can't work there every day like i'm doing and actually have that same feeling like "yeah, I'm glad I did that". Before, even though the pay sucked balls, but it was still a great environment to work, where you worked hard, you worked fast, and you worked with somewhat tolerable co-workers. I just want to DO something.
Does this mean i'm going to attempt school now for a third time (forth if you count MCTC)? Yep. Am I going to invest in some canvases? Uh-huh. Am i looking for a new job? Already on it. Even another bakery would be cool, but the money i'm making now doesn't work to outweigh that daily stress. And it's that kind you get the second you have to START working.
So yeah. Tomorrow's a new day, and since i'm already accepted and all that hobknob, I just need to find a way to get a shitload of money to pay for it. Because we all know, to go to that art school nonsense, you have to either be loaded, or able to whore yourself until after your prime.
Days like this make me wish I actually DID get clocked in the neck with table legs...