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Hissy Fit Time. Oh Goodie . . . written @ 5:33 PM on March 27, 2002 Okay, I have entered my egotistical bitch mode for a short time. It will be over by the time I finish this message. Today I found out that Jake from art received a silver key award for his portfolio on the national Scholastic level competition. I am very happy for him, and I think he will go as far as he wants to in art. My dilemma? Simple. I am jealous. But I believe that I have a good reason to be jealous. Why? Because Jake does not put the hours and hours into his work like I have done! Because all Jake wants to do is become a starving artist and not attempt anything else except painting and starving! Truly, this is something I will never understand. I remain very happy for him and the recognition he is about to receive, but... dammit! You know? It's just one of those things where all you can say is dammit! So his prize is a trip to Washington, D.C. in June for this huge fancy award ceremony where everyone's work from across the nation is displayed, and he gets money and scholarships no doubt. Which is fine for him. But not all is well with me, although I am happy for him. I guess all I can do is offer my support for him and get over it. his artwork has improved greatly, don't get me wrong, and he does deserve it. I guess I just feel that Lord Luck has taken too many smoke breaks my senior year and gipped me out of a couple of awards that would have looked very nice on my resume. I suppose it'll be good for me to go into commercial art, for the money to achieve a comfortable life doing what I love. What more could I ask for in this life? But then I think, you know, people aren't going to be analyzing my work for meaning in 200 years. They'll be looking at the starving artist's stuff from my art class. Jeez, just think how many people's careers got screwed because of people like Michelangelo and Raphael. Huh. I think I know why I chose this reincarnated life from my last one in the Renaissance: I had unfinished business. Okay, that's enough of that. I've got to shut up about art. It's driving me nuts. Today really was a good day. I was chosen as class package editor for the next issue of the Spark. We're doing a package on the arts (contrary to popular belief, I did not come up with this idea and did not even vouch for it because people might have thought it was a free PR ploy for my cause) in the community. Casey says I've got the bitch job. Story of my life. That's why I chose fellow classmate Nick as co-package editor. I think we'll pull this off nicely, although that little voice in the back of my head is whispering that I'm on the pathway toward certain doom. Oh well. It should be fun in the meantime. In health class, we watched "The Rain Man." What an odd movie. Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman did a rather good job. It was filmed back in 1987 or so, and it's so weird to see the pre-World Trade Center world. I don't know why I began thinking that as I watched the movie, but it was strange to me. The rest of the day, because it was block day, I worked on The Monstrosity project due in art tomorrow. The two panels of the mural are almost done. I'll get the third one day sometime over spring break. Welp, tis all for now. I'm plotting my next move on my website...
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