I sometimes wish I was at university, just so I could have something to write about. I was inspired by cap'n wulf to start updating more often, so here I am...updating more often. Maybe I should make an effort to fill my life with wonderful and interesting things for the sake of this blog and/or scintillating conversation. But what? I should start seeing me some stage plays. Invite some strangers out to dinner and see how that plays out. Take the train as far as it will go and try to find my way back. Yes. How 'bout that.
I'm supposed to be writing a personal statement that will help me get into ACAD. Write 500 words about yourself. Sounds easy. 3 months later and here I am, still no further ahead than when I started. I've written little disjointed bits of it in a thousand different places, which really doesn't help at all because there's no way to fit them together. Maybe I should just lie. Tell the heartbreaking story of my childhood as a poor beggar growing up in a cardboard box. I would draw pretty flowers on the walls of my corrugated prison with crayons I pilfered from the daycare across the street. It was my art that helped me survive the harsh Mongolian winter. I would shiver in my trash bag clothes as my eyes rose to the pretty flowers on the wall. It was always springtime in that box of mine.
Goodness, that took no time at all. I think I've struck gold.
(Keep smiling. The snow will melt and we will have beautiful flowers once more)
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I am very happy that I'm a cap'n. Maybe I should start making people call me that...
I HATE writing about myself. I despise doing it so. I am better at interviews, even. When writing, I try to be modest (why, I don't know, because I'm not that great) but it just comes across as condescending.
I wish it would stop snowing here. It's not surreal anymore, just really annoying.
AHAHAHAHA! *dies*. I enjoyed that a great deal Nomad. Methinks that you should write that story! You could even make something up about that refrigerator box downstairs in Wadena and how colouring it was your magical foray into the wonderful world of art, and go into great aesthetic detail about the experience of that dear old refrigerator box...*sigh*
Ahh Nomad, again, I know quite how you feel. I completely abandoned applying for a few cooking type courses at SAIT because they required a similar type essay as well as an interview. Hooray for competely mangling the ability to have a plan B for next year *pats self on back*
Hermy
Enjoy this time of non-schooling...for it is sweeter than you know, and even sweeter when spoiled with the pungent, bitter death of SCHOOOOLLLLLLLLLL!!!! It's like eating drinking water after chewing up tylenol. You never knew water was that sweet and sugary. Maybe because it isn't. But non-school is. And by the way, there is no way they could possibly reject you with an entrance essay like that.
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