It's been a While
Journal Entry: Sat Oct 27, 2007, 10:48 AM
I probably should have updated this a while ago, but I haven't really had time until now. I actually don't really have time now. This semester I've been tremendously busy and I still haven't updated my images. I have a lot to add, but haven't had time. On top of that, my scanner isn't working. Hopefully things will slow down over the next couple weeks and I'll be able to find time to update everything. We shall see...
Lately I have realized that theater is not y thing. The passion I once had for theater has fizzled out and left me with a useless degree. I've decided to take a year off school once I graduate. During this year I'm going to build my portfolio and look at grad school. I want to go to grad school for art. I do NOT want to teach anything but college students. I would prefer being able to support myself with my art, but I don't think that will happen so I'm prepared to do whatever is necessary to support my art addiction.
Well, I am out of time...Hopefully you shall hear from me soon...
- Mood:
Defeated - Watching: The Suite Life of Zach and Cody
- Eating: Popcorn
- Drinking: Pumpkin Wine
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
~trish~
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
~trish~
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
~trish~
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
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"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art." -Yeats
~trish~
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
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Now My Heart Is Full
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~~Sara~
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Never lose your childlike sense of enthusiasm.
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We, in the struggling night,
keep falling from nearness to nearness;
where the woman in love is dew,
we are a plummeting stone.
Rilke
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"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art." -Yeats
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Le tue paure addormentale con me
Dentro ai miei vuoti puoi nasconderti
se c'è un motivo..
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