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Credit Where Credit is Due written @ 1:03 AM on April 25, 2004 Take my advice, kids, from a person who's gone through it: Don't burn any limb of yours with a blow torch for the sake of art. Thank you. We now resume to our regularly scheduled program. *** Funny how things work out. Almost every entry in the past three days has had some claus such as: Welp, it's off to do work for school/the play/miscellaneous activities, don't know when I'll be updating next. But here I am back at Diaryland, on an almost regular basis. Actually, I have been busy. Somehow in the course of the past year, though, I managed to over-budget my time, hence beaucoup entries. That, and I always seem to find something to write about. Such as how much I dislike Meijer's photo services. They've screwed me twice in the same month, but that story is too mundane to relate here. I could write more about Director Diabla and the odyssey that has become Nunsense, but for the sake of professionalism, I should really try and stop talking about my "professional" life here. I prattle on too much about it. So, what's been on my mind? Many things. Here's a sample: I really want to start a pre-1900 photo collection. Why not? Old pictures have so much character to them. A part of me just wants to have an album full of old pictures of individuals I've never known and dream up stories about them or the lives they may have led. And then I'm going to start a fine art postcard collection. I've accumulated so many postcards from the museums I've visited across the country that something needs to be done about the pile growing like a plantar wort in my dorm room. I bought an album and began cataloging my inspiring little treasures last night. I have over fifty postcards from the Cincinnati Art Museum, the Philly Art Museum (including the Rodin Museum), the Cloisters, and the Met of NYC. It's such a pretty little collection. The end of the semester is coming up quickly, and you know what that means: the theater department formal. Yes, an evening of the classic college debachery. Who knows what follies we can anticipate this year? I'm wearing my eighteenth century French-style dress that I wore to my prom in high school, only this time I'm going to do it right. That's correct-- the hair is going to be powdered and my goal is to be lovelier than Madame de Pompadour herself. Oh yes, we're talking feathers, fan, dialect, the works. That is, assuming I can get my hair to stay like that. Pins, anyone? *** My mother is part of a divorced/separated group run by our church, and she attends their meetings every week or so. Let me just say how proud I am of her; she makes me so happy. My mother is just an extremely strong woman who has just managed to pull herself together and, come what may, she is going to live her life to the fullest and refuses to dwell on the past or what "might have been." Yeah, her separation from my dad still hurts, I can believe it, but, wow, talk about amazing courage and faith. It's about one in the morning, and she's out partying with the friends she's made in the group, leaving me at home to babysit the cats and annoy the neighbors by blairing classical music. So, yeah, there's my testament to my mom. Credit where credit is due, right?
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