November 24th, 2005

handholding

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I'm full to bursting. Fuck, this is why I hate the holidays. Now I'm gonna be sick all evening. I don't want to nap but I know it's inevitable.

I showed my grandma my 'stumes and she was 'oooh'ing and 'aah'ing and wants to take me to Hancock and make me show Mr. Skeen (sp?) my costumes. Yeah, that's not going to help me get the job.

I've been looking online for graduate schools in England or Scotland for when I'm finished at DePaul. I'm serious about this, I'm going to work my ass off to get where I want to be because it's something I'm very passionate about. I've never wanted anything like this more in my life and now that I'm coming closer and closer to the end of that dredful 'degree' issue, things might get a bit better. I won't be as stressed, for one. And I'll be leaving this country, which is something I've wanted to do ever since visiting Italy. But I really need to haul arse. I figure ... 2 years until the 7th book, probably 4 or 5 more years until the last of the movies, so I've got a bit of time there. Now, the only problem is going to be ... what the fuck am I going to do afterwards?

Anyone have suggestions or know anyone in the business of costume tech that might be able to help me along? Yeah, wishful thinking, I know ...

And why the hell does Yahoo LaunchCast not pay attention to me when I rate the songs I hate as "Never play again"? That's all that ever seems to play ...
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