*Hates shots*
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lantairvleaGot the flu shot today. Gwar, annoyances. I really hate shots. Almost rather be bit my a horse as that tends to not linger so much (unless there's a bruise, but bruises tend to only hurt when they're touched rather than aching incessantly).
Dad expressed his opinion on the possibility of me just going into art as I made the off-hand remark about how it's Art and Psyc for now, but there shall always be Art even if Psyc doesn't stay as a major. He replied with "There's no money in it." I resisted the urge to glare and replied "yes there is." He asked where, I replied design and advertising. He said, "you have to be REALLY good to get into that, you're good, but you have to be REALLY good," or at least something along those lines. Thanks for the vote in confidance.
which leads me to an art-related rant. I KNOW I can do exceptionally well in art. It's just a matter of friggin' applying myself. I haven't done anything that I can be seriously proud of in too long. I have these ideas bouncing off my head that I need to get down on paper, but I need to make the time to do it, which isn't always available. Not to sound big-headed or anything, but I could probably make it on Yerf if I really tried. I think this ritual of applying and rejecting has affected me in some way. I'm not longer REALLY trying to get into Yerf. It's more of a game to me. "Here's the three best recent anthro/fantasy crudjet I've done, let's see what happens," and up it goes. I know I haven't been producing stuff that's as good as I can do and it's frustrating. I need to shove my nose to it and get it done, but everything zips by so fast I find my head spinning and not knowing where to go next. My mind is so jostled and confused that I need a vent, but my vent is half-closed due to accursed time restraints.
Dad expressed his opinion on the possibility of me just going into art as I made the off-hand remark about how it's Art and Psyc for now, but there shall always be Art even if Psyc doesn't stay as a major. He replied with "There's no money in it." I resisted the urge to glare and replied "yes there is." He asked where, I replied design and advertising. He said, "you have to be REALLY good to get into that, you're good, but you have to be REALLY good," or at least something along those lines. Thanks for the vote in confidance.
which leads me to an art-related rant. I KNOW I can do exceptionally well in art. It's just a matter of friggin' applying myself. I haven't done anything that I can be seriously proud of in too long. I have these ideas bouncing off my head that I need to get down on paper, but I need to make the time to do it, which isn't always available. Not to sound big-headed or anything, but I could probably make it on Yerf if I really tried. I think this ritual of applying and rejecting has affected me in some way. I'm not longer REALLY trying to get into Yerf. It's more of a game to me. "Here's the three best recent anthro/fantasy crudjet I've done, let's see what happens," and up it goes. I know I haven't been producing stuff that's as good as I can do and it's frustrating. I need to shove my nose to it and get it done, but everything zips by so fast I find my head spinning and not knowing where to go next. My mind is so jostled and confused that I need a vent, but my vent is half-closed due to accursed time restraints.
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