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i just got accepted into the BFA program in metalsmithing and jewelry design!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

here comes two more years of school. and more debt. but i don't give a shit.

i am so fucking happy right now.

i think they're serious.

http://www.sexinchrist.com/

whew.





[the rubber band will soon be replaced by a couple of black rubber O-rings.]

not bad, considering that i didn't even make it into the studio on saturday. after modeling, i felt like the ground was going to jump up and smack me in the face.

of course, now i'm behind in three other classes. and i've pissed the whole day away. that take-home midterm for philosophy isn't going to finish itself....

i'm back! it's all thanks to the american government. i love tax refunds.

life update (including getting fired, failing classes, throwing up at my italian instructor's house, and other things that don't make me sound like i'm fucking crazy) coming eventually (for those of you who care).

and my cat is still lovely, by the way.

i'm still here! seriously. i just suck at getting back to people/writing new blogs/etc. etc. etc. because:

(a) i just moved (and i still sort of am moving... the house is a fucking wreck)
(b) i started a new job (i run food, i take orders, but i make more than $2.13 an hour for once because i'm not a fucking server)
(c) i adopted a pet cat (my first!) two days ago (and i am currently obsessed with her insanely cute feline antics)
(d) i didn't get online for a while (obvious, yes. but when i don't get online every day, i feel less of a desire to do so the next day, and then it snowballs....)

but i assure you, i will be around more once my roommate and i get our wireless router on sunday. and i still plan on joining the massive ranks of hopefuls around here, probably sooner than later.

bisous!

well, i'm back in the states.

i'm expecting the next month to be pretty much miserable, until i can move into my new house in bloomington (on august 7). none of my friends are around town during the summer, so it's me and my parents. [thus, i have a hidden and unhappy, tender, swollen septum piercing.] and i need to find employment, badly, and the only place that will likely hire me for such a short amount of time is steak 'n shit. ugh ugh ugh. and they keep telling me "oh, call back tomorrow, okay?" grrrrrr.

and it's finally dawning on me that i actually am single. sure, stephen and i are still good friends and all (best friends, even), but things are much more distant. i don't think i'll have much time to devote to a relationship this school year anyway, because it should be my last year of undergrad. [my french degree is actually done -- it has been since the end of fall semester. but i still need three more hours of math/science and an intensive writing course. and i have an italian minor to finish up. but, of course, i'm taking three grad-level french courses, because i just can't get enough. and i'm actually hoping to be able to teach 100-level french spring semester for tuition remission or some sort of deal.]

i say "should" because i'm trying to get into the BFA metalsmithing and jewelry design program... and i probably won't make the cut. but i'll be spending time working my ass off on projects for advanced metalsmithing, as well as revamping everything from my sophomore year for my BFA portfolio, as well as my portfolio for OCAC. [maybe i can finally move to PDX and put this fucking midwestern shit behind me! for a while, at least.]

but anyway. i'm hoping to be able to save whatever i'm not spending on rent/food/booze/cigarettes/sterling silver from whatever job i end up with in bloomington (if i can even find one) for new piercings and tattoos. but alas, a problem: lack of suitable facilities in bloomington. new breed, where i got my tragus pierced at the end of freshman year, is gone, and they were shit anyway. [the piercer gave me -- and a friend of mine, who got a monroe -- bad aftercare advice. luckily, i knew he was full of shit from all my talks with kikii at masoma, which i believe, sadly, is also out of business.] i refuse to go to skinquake, because of their skeezy reputation from their indianapolis locations. i guess i'll have to check out big red (not the liquor store), which i've heard is very good but pricey. i'm just really attached to the good people at metamorphosis. too bad neither i nor my roommate will have a car, and i wouldn't have the gas money to go to indianapolis every time i wanted something done anyway. le-fuckin'-sigh.

and i think in fall i might finally get off my ass and try to get something shot for SG. then i might finally be naked on the internet with the likes of the lovely Ireland_ and Symbidium, and join the ranks of the hopezillas.

i guess i'll go and watch the fireworks alone in a bit (and get eaten alive by mosquitoes). i watched a bit of the parade alone today, until the rain got to be too much. choice sighting: the county parks department's "lawn mower drill team." oh, and the juggling clown who dropped one of his clubs in front of a bunch of little kids and screamed "damn it!"

well, i think that about does it for now. maybe i'll catch some of you at Code Pink (if i can get my ass to chicago) or the Great SG Drunkening '08.