I will be working on..
Sculpture of a hand
4 pannel illustration narrative
Poster/info in InDesign
Studying for final in Art History
Cleaning place to move out
Packing my life up.
I have never felt such an urge to call it quits.
I’m fed up with everything. Rejecting social contact or the next 14 days.
My surface design teacher who has worked with sketch, art heart, is an author and teaches classes in the AGO told me that she would reference me to the AGO to work in the summer.
My heart is still beating fast from our conversation, I have so much respect for this woman. She has honestly made my dream come true.
Stephanie Mill is going to Bon Iver. Everything is right in the world.
I still wish I was back at home. I’m quite proud of myself for prying myself out of bed and slapping a smile on my face. My room is one big mess, I’ve barley touched my phone day, and I used eyeshadow instead of liquid on my eyes.. This is not me.
I can not wait for the 6th. I can not wait to dress up and sit beside Matthew and see Bon Iver. It is honestly the best christmas present.
I’m trying do hard not to give up these next few weeks. I need to go to every class, Hand everything in, and show not emotion what so ever.
Why didn’t first year orientation notify me that I would hate myself during these 3 years at school?
Done my projects for THIS week. These next 2 weeks are going to put me 6 feet under.
Getting ready to pack and leave to go to Oakville.
Pulling an all nighter to get all this work done.
I’ve been so content this weekend with being in my own bed, having my own time, and not having this tightness in my throat from when I’m stressed.
There is nothing in the world right now that would make me anxious to go back to Oakville. I love my city, I love going where ever I want.
What a fucking let down of a store.