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The Old Haunt written @ 9:38 PM on October 30, 2002 This is entry #2 for the day, folks. What's today? Wednesday? Must be. I can't remember what I did in stagecraft.... Oh yeah, lighting instruments! Then I went back to the dorm to sleep for a few hours. Went to the Art Mob meeting, am now heading a committee to set up a student art show. Some starving artists will be making some moolah! I just don't know what I want to sell out of my stuff; my first inclination is to get rid of my AP work from last year, but... I dunno. Went to LeadNKU (yawn), and then went to a pediatrist appointment. The doctor said my toes are pretty much cured from the fungus they've been harboring since my sophomore year of high school, so this is good news! (Like you guys wanted to know that, I know) Came back, screwed around on the computer, mourned that no one has been really updating their diaries, had a great idea to organize a Harry Potter rally. Went to a Halloween-themed dinner complete with chicken wings and free candy! Went to 2-D design... My professor and I got into a discussion about how the foundations art program at NKU is lacking. We pretty much agreed on all points. He was quite surprised that I chose to go to NKU over RISD. Actually his precise words were, "Don't take this the wrong way, I'm very glad that you're here, it's just that WHY did you decide to come here?" Yeah, nothing like having your own professor tell you that you could have chosen a better school for an art career. After all the blood, sweat, and tears shed last year... *sigh* I guess I already knew that the first day of classes, though. I have no problems looking at reality, but it kind of makes you wonder, as you're walking through the middle of campus, if you are walking in the middle of a mistake. I believe in doing the best you can with what you have, but I knew the moment I signed that rejection letter for RISD that I had signed away a dream, and this decision would haunt me until the end of my days because I would constantly question, "What would things have been like if....?" But you also have to look at it this way: since moving here, I have grown as a person so much. I have made such strides as an individual that the girl who arrived on this campus the first day with her family hauling her shit in tow is no more, or has evolved into something far more profound and complex while keeping the essence of her personality, if you don't mind me flattering myself for a moment. And now that I think about it, I remember pausing in the middle of the campus today, looking around at the facless mobs, and saying to myself, "I never realized how big this world truly is." Another philosophical moment brought to you by Sam Reno. Right now I'm waiting for Brian to come by so we can do some last minute Halloween shopping. At 9:30 tonight, yes, I know, but some girl has to straighten his ass out. For as quirky as he is, I honestly would not mind dating him. In fact, he is my first genuine crush. A small, insy, weeny, tiny crush, but a crush nevertheless. We get along great, but I think it's going to end up being one of those relationships like what Julia Roberts and what's-his-face had in "My Best Friend's Wedding." Minus the drama, I would hope. Bon soir, mes amis!
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