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:: Monday, May 11, 2009 ::

I was going to update this but then Blogger did something weird and now I can't remember what the hell it was that I was going to write.

I'm starting to feel the crunch of portfolio review. I mean, okay, Keenan's friend Colin is visiting this weekend and I saw him once, when he got here friday night. The rest of the time I've been out working on stuff for school. I was drafting from about noon today until nine o'clock. I should have been drafting longer but I could take it anymore.

I ruined my metal project. I don't care what anyone says, it's ruined. I'm so disappointed. It was like, FINALLY, I was going to have a fine arts piece that kicked some fucking ass. It was going to be a piece that I was proud of, a piece that I really could stand behind. And I ruined it. So now I have one more session at Sawtooth to basically get my jewelry project done. I don't want to just completely abandon the salt shaker, but it'll never be as good as it could be. Like, I don't even want to look at it because I'm so upset with what happened. Who would have thought that a hairline gap could lead to a bent top, which could lead to a gash in the side would could lead to a fucked up piece of silver. Just all-around disappointing.

All my high school friends graduating has been inexplicably bothering me. I can't even describe it, but seeing all the status updates on Facebook just depressed me. Bizarre. It's not like I could do anything about it, nor do I think I should have stayed at CofC, but something has just really been bothering me lately. Maybe it'd be different if I wasn't so undecided on whether or not film is really the right course of action for me to take.

I'm really happy that the Art Department has introduced me to more fine arts aspects. I've really enjoyed using Prismacolor lately, and I've also been taught different watercolor, acrylic, and gouache techniques, which is pretty nice. And my drawing ability has improved astronomically, even if it's still not great. Part of me wants to take some time over the summer and just do some art pieces. I don't know in what medium or in what style, but I'd like to work on it.

Speaking of summer, what the hell am I going to do. Never heard back from Steve McCall, kinda waiting on that Battlestar Galactica guy, and. . .yeah. I really don't want to go to Charlotte for the entire summer, but I don't know what else to do. I also need to find a place to live for next year. I can't stay here anymore. This house just sucks. Five other roommates (Well, six with Payne. And it might as well be seven considering how frequently Colin is around) was a bad idea. I don't where else to live, though. I can't afford a house or apartment by myself, but I don't have anyone I could ask to be a roommate because everyone's already committed to something or someone else. I just don't know what to do.

It's a little bit funny how I only update this whenever something's really bothering me. Sad.

:: Nick Monday, May 11, 2009 [+] ::