shazb0t

Ah what a week so far, but since Friday I've been feeling very in my groove.
Let me elaborate;
First I just did my last Art juries of my collegiate career, and it went well, so well I can only say one word:

VINDICATION!

After of putting my comic book work alongside my other painting and design work, it took center stage, so well in fact that the dean who fucking hates comics with a hard on, she even told me to pursue it more for my senior year.
I said "hell fucking yeah!"
This was my chance now to get this straight and going well.
Maybe you might scratch you head at this and say "AND?"
But when you have slaved at giving your best no matter what folks say to go all the way and not be bogged down with other people bullshit, and to be a certain, way, and those who you don't care about, but are in your constantly, sort of relent and say "Shit your right"
IT FEEL FUCKING GRRRRREAT!
You feel like you did your job.
By no means is this a plateau to ride on of course. I have not let up of my insomniac runs of inning and penciling illustrations and comics for games and such, but now I'm a bit reinforced.
I 'm the first to say that i your going into the art, be it, drama, dancing, music, writing, masturbation, whatever, you should with all you might do it for yourself above all else, and everything comes about in the end. I f you stick to your guns, and plot carefully your way, you'll get where you want.
So that was one thing
Then the same day my friend Jenny "Jeskova" Rodriguez got her shoot in Maxim's Blender this month (it's the white Stripes issue) it looks great and everyone raved at it, and I told her it's just another plume in your cap to keep it up. This made me happy for one thing; besides she's a friend, and I think she a gorgeous creature of mind and soul, she one of the "good people" I look out for, you know? Like when they win you win, like your side wins like your team winning. It was cool to see that. I just hope she gets off her fro-y ass and does more.
The Monday I had all this Graphic Design work come in without me looking just as I was heading out of the office to scavenge such thing, plop my fax and voice mail went crazy. Now I have all this stuff at the printer and my account has grown to at least not laughable. The business is moving again.
HA-LA-LOO-YA.
And I've been on a drawing trip since then and eating better, and not fucking feeling weak or anything. My health seems better.

I know this is only a plateau, that more things are to come, and this will dip and such, but it's these times to lavish over all this and remember well, so that when deep in the mire later, you can recall it, and give yourself strength.
I know that this may sound like a lot of shit, compared to everyone else's journals, even a little peppy, but what the fuck? Life is not crying in plastic and leather.

I am far from being a pessimist. . . . On the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.