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Almost Fall Break written @ 6:32 PM on October 14, 2004 This weekend marks the start of fall break and, oh boy, am I crawling tooth and nail toward it. Jesus Lord, what a semester this has been. Not because anything outwardly spectacular has happened... oh wait, I take that back... I guess the phrase is "spectacularly shitty," but then on the bright side things could get a hell of a lot worse. So I should be grateful and shut up. Right. On the agenda for fall break is to catch up on projects I've been leaving off since August. For one thing, Dad has staked claim on the tools in the basement, and it's my mission to go down there and steal what has become rightfully mine since the divorce. Like the air compressor, the pneumatic staple gun, the drills with the 30 different bits and-- oh yeah-- all the hardware. Said Dad, "How about I go down there and pick out what I think you may need and I'll take the rest?" Said I, "How about I go down there and take everything I know you won't ever use?" Fair enough, he said. Damn right. A girl has to have her power tools. A middle-aged man without a garage working as a vice president of sales in an office product distribution company living in a tiny apartment has no use for five tool boxes, a jig saw, four hammers, wood carving tools, ten C-clamps, and a router. But his artist daughter does! *** Since my plans to go to New Orleans in November went on hiatus, my new goal has been Chicago. I've never been. I figure it's about time. The art department is taking a jolly three-day trip there the same weekend the Honors department is leaving for New Orleans, and I'm going to immerse myself in the wondrous museums Chicago is rumored to feature. In the meantime, I want Chicago-style pizza! *** My neurotic drawing professor is helping me with my BFA application stuff for graphic design. He's done something he's not supposed to do, that is, give me all the paper work before I've signed up for the BFA portfolio review process. I've been working on drafts upon drafts of essays and short answers (hence my absence from Diaryland, among other things). Last week he said to me, "Sam, do you know what you're problem is?" "What?" "You have too much testosterone." ... "Oh really?" "Yup." ... "Okay." Another long pause. "What does that mean?" "You're like one of those men who think they're both bullet proof and immortal. Honestly, what are you going to do the rest of your life?" "I'm going to do it all." "No, you're not." "Why yes I am." "You cannot possibly. Here's what you should do. You should graduate with one degree-- not two-- go to grad school, become a teaching assistant, and then decide if you need a second BFA degree." I looked at him like he had three heads. "I know you're not listening to me," he said, "and that you think I'm nuts. But you should sleep on it." Yeah. I considered it for a whole five minutes. As it is my junior year and I'm halfway through both my art and theatre degrees, it's a little late to be turning back now. Besides, what's the point in calling yourself a Renaissance artist when you only have one degree? Do you think Mike, Ralph, Leo, and The Don back in the Renaissance would have graduated with only one degree? Hell no. They would have gone for six, if they had the tuition money. Yeah. I'm being stubborn. So what? *** I'm compiling my Christmas list. Oh what fun. *evil laugh*
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