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Wednesday Feb 02, 2005

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I have finally finished the written portion of my book documenting my stay in Italy. I have only to revise some parts of it before I place it around the pictoral part of the book.

I keep having a recuring dream that I have to go back to school, Middle School! I failed to complete some part of it, despite the fact that I have gone on to accuire my BFA. I try to fit in among the little chairs and such, and try to make all of the classes, but I forget when and where Spanish class in, making it all very difficult. I hope that they will let me slide despite my nonattendance. In the dream I am filled with anxiety.

I think it represents my feeling that I am left behind, while so many of my peers have actual careers. Ouch.

But surely there must be some . . .

whiteiris:
I use to have dreams of being back in high school and forgetting my locker combination. Then I started to wonder why I was there considering that I had graduated. Yes, causes much anxiety.

Hey - there is always hope. I know that sounds kinda hokey but about a month ago - all kinds of shit was falling apart. My world, my life, my relationships, everything. Then all it took was one thing to make things seem better.

I would love to visit Italy. I probably won't get to go until I am older but hey it's a goal. I am sure things will start looking up. I am not normally an optimistic person but when you are happy you want others to share. So here comes the wind of luck ----------> swish---------> If I could send you some clouds I would.

I wish they had a platypus icon. I love the platypus.
Feb 2, 2005
marieceleste:
My neighbour upstairs has a very sweet Spaniel named Hope. It is a boy. I think that's a fine name for a dog.

What happens when you finish your book? Do you have plans for publishing?

Forget about any of this career schmareer business. Careers are for people with no imagination. Ok, that's not entirely true, but I really don't think you need to have all this achievement stuff. It's more important to be happy with who you are. And I'm getting on pretty Ok without one, it doesn't seem to be impairing my happiness.

kiss
Feb 4, 2005

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