quick, like lazy bunny
Mar. 26th, 2008 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingI should be writing, to add five pages to my portfolio, boosting it from B status to A status.
But I'm not, I'm sitting here waiting for the organic, fair trade, local inspiration juice to kick in. I'll let you know when it does.
I was dating this guy, another youngin' (he'll be 26 soon), but turns out he hadn't COMPLETELY broken it off with his ex. Yay. I love being an unwitting party to drama. I said I'd never knowingly assist in the fucking over of a fellow lady-friend, but I suppose the key word here is "knowingly". I'd feel worse for her, but she was cheating on her boyfriend with Dude I Was Dating. Anyway, back to hunting....or not. I think I'm good for awhile. I miss the distraction though. I miss the fucking to be sure. And I was starting to like him. But all in all, I knew it wasn't long-term. Through my rather ignorant and rose-colored lenses, Mr. Perfect is also known as Mr. Married. No, not that one....the other one. Oddly enough, they have the same initials. Hmm.
Anyway, I can't wait to be done with school and I know I will regret not taking full advantage of this semester, but I'm finding it ever so hard to care. Friday, I'm applying for a photography internship here in town and it looks promising. I'm hoping to learn studio skillz to pay the billz while my mind wanders to distant photojournalistic places. I may buy a house. I may not. I'm 27% in love with the idea of compromising my ideals and teaching English in China and 35% in love with the idea of just heading to NOLA. I have a wedding booked for May and possibly another one in June. I've applied for a grant to go back to NOLA and I'll hear back by the end of this month. I've become the Secretary for the Lawrence Percolator (an official non-profit as of a couple months ago). I haven't painted in months, I can't make it to my 8:30am, 3-hour life drawing class to save my fuckin' life and I'm going to see The Cure the day after graduation.
Teh endz.
But I'm not, I'm sitting here waiting for the organic, fair trade, local inspiration juice to kick in. I'll let you know when it does.
I was dating this guy, another youngin' (he'll be 26 soon), but turns out he hadn't COMPLETELY broken it off with his ex. Yay. I love being an unwitting party to drama. I said I'd never knowingly assist in the fucking over of a fellow lady-friend, but I suppose the key word here is "knowingly". I'd feel worse for her, but she was cheating on her boyfriend with Dude I Was Dating. Anyway, back to hunting....or not. I think I'm good for awhile. I miss the distraction though. I miss the fucking to be sure. And I was starting to like him. But all in all, I knew it wasn't long-term. Through my rather ignorant and rose-colored lenses, Mr. Perfect is also known as Mr. Married. No, not that one....the other one. Oddly enough, they have the same initials. Hmm.
Anyway, I can't wait to be done with school and I know I will regret not taking full advantage of this semester, but I'm finding it ever so hard to care. Friday, I'm applying for a photography internship here in town and it looks promising. I'm hoping to learn studio skillz to pay the billz while my mind wanders to distant photojournalistic places. I may buy a house. I may not. I'm 27% in love with the idea of compromising my ideals and teaching English in China and 35% in love with the idea of just heading to NOLA. I have a wedding booked for May and possibly another one in June. I've applied for a grant to go back to NOLA and I'll hear back by the end of this month. I've become the Secretary for the Lawrence Percolator (an official non-profit as of a couple months ago). I haven't painted in months, I can't make it to my 8:30am, 3-hour life drawing class to save my fuckin' life and I'm going to see The Cure the day after graduation.
Teh endz.
