i'm not so structured. i'm okay with sleeping in and planning my day last minute and i don't feel the need to make every post on here perfectly edited. i'm finicky with crumbs in the kitchen so spreading cold butter onto bread makes my insides tense up. i think about making art and design literally every single day like it is my drug. sometimes i think of college as a prison because i am waiting until i have a degree to pursue a design career. unless any of you know of an amazing design gig that would be available to a college student here in salt lake city? didn't think so. i've committed myself to no excuses and i'm just making art happen any way i can. i can't go on much longer living someone else's life. i'm ready for you, design world. i've dissected my desires profusely in the last year and i am now fairly certain what i want to do with the rest of my life. and at the same time, i have no idea how it will all pan out.
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i want to do work like that. fulfilling work. i feel like college is a prison because the career track is a prison. nothing worse than realizing that 2 semesters away from graduation.
there was some graphic design work in the library at school and it made me think of you. i will send you a picture.
i just love ya.
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