the dreams came back. not so much nightmares, just bad enough dreams that upon waking, i wanted nothing more than to sink back into oblivion... until 2pm when i cant.
that, and strangely, rats. I keep telling myself that if the crash comes badly, im a weak nerd with poor eyesight, one snap of my eyeglasses and i will be picked off in short order, in the first round. perhaps i will be food for the second round. this in a sour milk way, comforts me. im a poor artist, and not much will change that, so even if i could spend all my time and resources preparing, it probably wouldnt be enough.
but really, its an excuse to not do what i need to do. because this uprooting really has unsettled me.
everything is taking longer than expected. who knew that in new york internet is almost completely monopolized. well, probably someone who did research. oh.
heading home, to reedit my reel and my non-idiot job resumes.
And yeah, I'll figure it out freshman year. Hopefully if I end up wanting to transfer, it'll be in Philly.. because I'm absolutely IN LOVE with that city. But I plan on working with jewelry and metal.. so if you have any info on that, do share!