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We meet again, blog. Let's just say that my not-posting since February was a vacation.... yes. A vacation.
Having a mild crisis of conscience regarding all my courses this semester. I'm always a little disorganized/forgetful/lazy/any of those vague reasons for not getting straight A's, but I've really been struggling lately with finding direction in my art classes, and finding motivation in the other ones. For some reason, painting is my least favorite of the studio arts. (at least, in a formalized setting it is.) I don't know why, but my brain just can't grasp translating the image to how I have to layer the colors and the sections. Does that make sense? Why am I asking you. You're a blog. YOU NEVER TALK TO ME ANYMORE.
Um. Anyway. SO there's that... also, I love x infinity photography-- to the point where, having taken it, I may change my art-ful aspirations and job plans. I love it that much, and want to keep doing it after I graduate. Shane (my professor) is the perfect mix of respectfully knowledgeable and immaturely relatable. He's pushed me through really flail-y stressful times, and continues to push me to find myself in my work. I appreciate him greatly as a person, and as a professor. That being said, I almost feel like I'm betraying him by not taking Advanced next semester... but it came down to: which Advanced studio course will I most need the space/resources to be able to do it? And between sculpture and photography, it will definitely be a case of needing a studio to keep doing sculpture work, but I will be able to do photography anywhere and at anytime. (relatively speaking.)
Other things:
Glee needs to be out on DVD yesterday. (also, Artie? Marry me.)
I am completely over this semester.
I fly down to Florida tomorrow morning for Kelly Jo's wedding this week. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN. When did we become real people who do real-people things??
I've realized that when my mom is stressed or bothered by things, she works it out by complaining about my hair. She told me yesterday that dying my eyebrows to match my hair has "ruined [my] good looks". I just let her work out whatever she needs to. It's been going well so far.
Money is stupid. I'm over it.