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Name: .bre.
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colors. skyscrapers. san francisco. new york. london. paint. sleep. hair-styling products. vegetables. underground trains. dreams. glue sticks. dancing to the washing machine.
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Expertise: moving across the country.
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
2/17/2005
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| and then there was this one time that life felt really GOOD.
and that time would be now.
2 amazing jobs with amazing coworkers. a slew of amazing friends with more being made all the time. a boy who likes to cook me dinner and tell me amazing things that i never got to hear from other boys, and always just had to assume they thought them. the weather's warming up. i'm gonna see my pop tomorrow. and potential acceptance into two amazing grad schools. all in a fucking amazing city.
my karmic point value has obviously been cashed in, and i'm reveling in it.
all this can't last at this rate, so i'm eating it up while i can. | | |
| done with school. done with the infernal GRE. wow, i'm human. i kinda forgot about that... for a while there i thought i was a permanent accoutrement to my computer.
my new boyfriend came in the mail today. i think we're in it for the long haul.
but maybe not. maybe i'll meet some hottie nerd at Marvel who'll sweep me off my feet. seeing as all the ones i met were pretty socially awkward, i'd doubt it. but it'll be interesting to say the least. never thought fruits of unwell-craziness-obsession at the beginning of the summer would land me a gig at Marvel comics. so bizarre, but so good. and i'm also selling obscenely expensive furniture and chandeliers. today i sold a $3000 dollar nightstand.
it makes me happy that i get to design my sis' wedding invitations. luuuuv is in the air. i feel productive and useful if i have a project like that to work on. and oh, did i tell you i will be rocking a cantaloupe colored maid of honor dress? oh yes. it will be bomb. i am excited to cry due to heart squeezes during the ceremony. LOVE IS SO GOOD TO WATCH. i shall be researching the best waterproof mascaras, to be sure. i am also glad my hair is not long enough to be hauled into an up-do... as my mom calls it, "bathtub hair". i am also stoked to tie the bustle. maybe because "bustle" is such a great word, but it'd be sweet nonetheless.
columbus was... interesting. both wholly amazing punctuated by bits of terribleness. NYE? awwwwful. let's not recreate that again, please. harassment by ex's trying to pick fights, people i'm staying with passing out at the party, and having to call a friend i'd been distancing myself from to save my booty from the treacherous party-clutches.
mom nursed me back to health.. i was kind of a mess. sleep + antibiotics + food. does wonders. i'm fairly certain i had walking pneumonia.
rachel was soooo good to see. she's going to visit soon, so that's something to look forward to. i got to play with kittens. lots and lots of kittens. happiest moments i've had in QUITE some time. and spent an evening and morning with adam, got a little too loopy, but still had a great time dancing. breakfast solves most problems, it seems.
didn't see mark (a really GOOD thing, actually), and am still confused where i am with kate, even though she said she wanted to make amends and talk things out. she dropped off the face of the planet... again. surprise surprise.
and then i hustled (without a bustle), back to NYC, had two interviews, landed one on the spot, still waiting to hear from the other, and here i am now, eating hummus on my living room floor and hanging with my cat.
although i have tomorrow off, not too much partying can be had... grad school apps will be turned in tomorrow! i'm so stoked to get that done. i hopehopeHOPE i get in to SAIC. i may just pee my pants if i do. not holding my breath, though...
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| jesus, if only my dad had told me all of that AFTER midterms.
it would have made studying so much easier. | | |
| flurry flurry flurry.
slowly SLOWLY getting through it all.
best girl visiting. mayhem. wine. debauchery. love.
ex-lovers visiting. crawling skin. grated nerves. broken lamps. movies and drawing.
i've found some inspiration. the pictures i'm making are actually things i believe in. it feels amazing.
california now. sweet sweet release. if just for a few days. but these couple nights of true rest will equal a months' of anxiety-ridden tossing and turning in brooklyn.
just gotta get the test done. just gotta get those prints done. just gotta get those papers done.
and then i'll be done.
for the time being.
and then...?
we'll see what admissions has to say about that.
adventuretime!
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| aren't all the mosquitoes supposed to be dead by now? it's really cold outside but somehow the last remaining supermosquitoes are lured by the scent of my sweet sweet flesh and now i have a welt the size of canada on my flank.
well, not canada, but a half dollar at least. i have no idea where i got it. are they somehow doing the dirty and breeding in my bathroom or what? i fear to go back to the print studio where they are sure to be rampant because all the solvents and chemicals will have worked like radioactivity did in the comics and the bugs will have become hearty and freakishly powerful and won't die all winter. and that means i'm dinner.
so it seems i need to go to Chicago for grad school. SAIC had a thing this weekend they invited me to and it was pretty fucking neat and did its job of certainly making me want to go, and then i had the dean and the head of admissions tell me that i was the type of student that they wanted to go to their school because i'm not cookie-cutter and i had a lot of experience already and overall, man, that made me feel really good. it totally made me feel unlike NYU and Columbia who basically assumed that since i had a BFA (who cares if it's in art history, right?) that i'd fail miserably in any business course. the twits.
and you know, i could get down on living in Chitown for 2-3 years (i'd HAVE to move back to NYC... it's too awesome here). the pizza alone would sustain me. and with the addition of awesome people there, and it's still a big city and like wait, SAIC is an AMAZING school? yeah, if i get in, i'll go fo'sho. i'd like to stay at a fine arts school. i don't want to move from a place like awesome Pratt to a huge liberal arts school where there's only liberal arts thinking when i'll be working in the fine arts world. doesn't make so much sense.
the program i want to get into is a dual degree which is pretty neat; saves money, i'd learn lots. my chances of getting in to the program i want are technically like 1/4... which really isn't all that bad, considering i feel like i've got some advantages with my experience. now, the other departments? oh, i pity the odds. out of like 742 applicants to the painting program, they chose SIX last year. ahhh! my gut wrenches just thinking about that!! the school also has little mini MFAs called "post baccalaureate" certificates which seem right up my alley, because hey, i'm an artist too, and dammmmn are those facilities nice.
i'd also get to keep my wardrobe. moving to california again would render 3/4 of my clothes obsolete (again), and that's just depressing. and NYU? that'll be awesome if i get in... but i'm pretty discouraged by their evil attitude right now. i go talk with them? they blow me off. i go talk with SAIC? they think i'm great and they feed me Au Bon Pain.
oh, decisions.
intermission: cereal-snack-time.
my feet are cold and i have insomnia. kateskate is in town soon, and i'm trying to figure out if i'm going to see my mom and stepdad in DC this weekend. i'm worried i won't get my work done, ugh, but it'd be fun to take the train there and see museums and eat at restaurants! i dunno, man, i should prolly like be busting my ass over the GRE instead of running off to the district of columbia.
here's what's awesome: Rosetta stone
here's what's not: chapped lips
time to go lay in bed at stare at the pipes in the ceiling and try not to be too furious about specific people in my life.
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