In the words of the great Demonika:
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKK"
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There are plenty of good things happening right now. But the bad things are piling onto each other right now. When it rains, it pours. Here's a little sample:
Today was my first college admission portfolio revue. It totally sucked balls. The woman who revued my work (an admissions counselor, not a department representative, unlike the other departments) said something about the difference between a hobbyist and a professional photographer. If I were a "professional photographer," would I be thinking about paying $35,000 a year to go to your fucking school, lady?!
Yesterday I went to pick up some of my digital prints from Duggal. I spent a bazillion dollars on them. One of my favorite ones had a scratch or something. I was pissed. They said they could redo it for Monday. That didn't do me much good for my portfolio review today, but it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference.
On my way home from Duggal, I dropped a monthly unlimited metrocard on the tracks of the downtown Q. I told the guy in the booth. He said someone would come help me in 30 minutes to an hour. I waited for and hour and 20 minutes and nobody showed up. There were like 3 weeks left on that card. Those shits are expensive.
Tonight is my beloved grey RxQueen's birthday party, and porcelainheart is supposed to be there too. But there's going to be a blizzard tonight, and I don't want to be stuck in New Haven for the rest of the weekend (although it would be a good way to get out of cleaning the bathroom.) I don't know what to do.
Also, my drawing class is immensely frustrating.
Also, I had to cut my long beautiful nails for work. Now my hands look super-stumpy. Like the rest of me.
Also, your mom.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKK"
*****
There are plenty of good things happening right now. But the bad things are piling onto each other right now. When it rains, it pours. Here's a little sample:
Today was my first college admission portfolio revue. It totally sucked balls. The woman who revued my work (an admissions counselor, not a department representative, unlike the other departments) said something about the difference between a hobbyist and a professional photographer. If I were a "professional photographer," would I be thinking about paying $35,000 a year to go to your fucking school, lady?!
Yesterday I went to pick up some of my digital prints from Duggal. I spent a bazillion dollars on them. One of my favorite ones had a scratch or something. I was pissed. They said they could redo it for Monday. That didn't do me much good for my portfolio review today, but it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference.
On my way home from Duggal, I dropped a monthly unlimited metrocard on the tracks of the downtown Q. I told the guy in the booth. He said someone would come help me in 30 minutes to an hour. I waited for and hour and 20 minutes and nobody showed up. There were like 3 weeks left on that card. Those shits are expensive.
Tonight is my beloved grey RxQueen's birthday party, and porcelainheart is supposed to be there too. But there's going to be a blizzard tonight, and I don't want to be stuck in New Haven for the rest of the weekend (although it would be a good way to get out of cleaning the bathroom.) I don't know what to do.
Also, my drawing class is immensely frustrating.
Also, I had to cut my long beautiful nails for work. Now my hands look super-stumpy. Like the rest of me.
Also, your mom.
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Don't sweat the portfolio review too much. Often reviewers are intentionally very negative, even if your work is awesome. They're trying to weed people out, and part of that is psychological. It's more important that you believe in yourself!
Happy Velentine's Day!
--l*P