I'm so bad with journals. Here's what's going on. In less than a month I will be getting out of this HOLE. 8 months in this town has made me a borderline mental case driven by paranoia and rage. Seriously, after being here for two weeks straight and going back to the "city" I'm usually a mess. I get two days to decompress then I'm back into it again.
I almost have my work placement set up. I'm just waiting for the form to get faxed back to my teacher with the required signature. I don't want to get super excited because things always have a way of falling apart at the last moment. If I get my way I will be working doing commercial work as a construction electrician. If I don't get my way I will have to do industrial work. Know what? Either way...awesome.
What does this mean for art? Who knows, I thought I'd stop drawing when I went away for school but I've drawn more lately then I did before. Perhaps I should just stop thinking about it.
One more thing, I couldn't bring myself to deactivate this club so I converted it into a group. I'm trying hard to run it again...whatever that even means. If I got a few more members perhaps we could have some kind of drawing....event, challenge, who knows. I don't know what I am doing clearly. I made an icon? That's a start right?