spero

Well now... That was a rather eventful past 7 days. Lost cell phones, exquisite sex (x deux), wonderful company, collapsing bridges, mysteriously appearing wine bottles...

I'm going to Chicago. See y'all in a few. Lollapalooza is going to be fucking incredible.

I'm going to ramble a bit about my life now, k? Mmmkay.

I've decided that the preface to the new chapter in my life was perhaps a false start. Just goes to show me that I can't compromise myself in the slightest or I won't be happy right now. I need to see what I want and go for it, regardless of the social pressure...
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So, if I smoke a [tobacco-based] hookah once every week or so, does that mean I'm a smoker? The smoke smells good, there are fewer additives, and my breath doesn't taste gross afterwards, so I'm inclined to say it doesn't count.

My parents would be so proud. I move to "the big city," start smoking, develop a fondness of pot nummies (cookies, brownies, etc), and...
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I have arrived, and I'm pretty damn excited about that. So far, so awesome.

Got 75% of unpacking done last night, and I met 3 new housemates (the house has 28 people, half of which have changed since the last time I lived here). I wasn't even moved in for an hour before someone gave me booze. Haha! This is going to be a good...
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I hate when I have to spend more time fixing other people's stupid design mistakes than actually designing myself. I swear to god, every file that I pull from previous jobs is organized retardedly. Linking files are named like a button mash, the quark files are named something nondescript, none of the fonts are included, and then when I get the file open, the acutal...
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I've been so up, and now I'm so down.

It's really shitty when you don't know enough to know whether you're trying to hard or not trying hard enough. I'm incredibly discouraged on all fronts. I'm going to go to bed before it gets worse.

This month is going to be really rough. I'm tired of doing the things that are safer but, in the...
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Wow. A lot of crap is happening. Normally the one who likes to spend time by herself in her apartment, I've been social or intensely packing pretty much every day since I graduated.

This past weekend was nuts. Last weekend (the 19th) I was in the Cities visiting a friend (spent a total of 18 hours in Minneapolis, and 8 more hours on a bus....
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Does it make me a masochist if I sincerely mean it when I say that, sometimes, I love it when my job makes me feel like I'm losing my gawdamn mind? Hmm...

Was in the Cities last night and this morning (18 hours after 8 hours on a bus. That's a retarded time-spent ratio). It went well. Not "holy shit this is fucking amazing" well, but it was nice. Still, I'll be really happy to sleep in a real bed tonight.

Nicole's couch is narrow, and the texture rough, so my elbows are rubbed raw where...
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I keep having small panic attacks because I don't have an art CV, nor do I have a portfolio assembled. The work within is fine, but the presentation fucking sucks, and nothing's up to par with my Graphic Design resume (which fucking rocks).

I'm pissed at my university for giving me experience and not giving me the ability to assemble these experiences for the working...
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I've graduated. o_o Now what?

I'm in a state of shock. Please stand by for real feelings on this matter.

Current emotions flop between generally apathetic, sad at the friends I'm losing to geography; depressed that I'm closing this very familiar and comfortable chapter of my life; apathetic because I will never stop thinking like an academic and therefore will probably stay in contact with...
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I'm trying very very hard not to have a stressed panic attack and die before I graduate in 2 days. I still have so much I need to complete. I just hope I can remain as dligent as I have been. And I hope this sore throat takes my voice before Friday so I don't have to be the group member who talks for 20...
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