So reality has been rattling through my head for years. I assure you it's not an obsession (I'm not paranoid and believing that The Man has us all hooked to computers and living in cyberspace or anything), but experiences and other striking influences that otherwise seem ordinary will sometimes for some reason dig up my old Reality contemplations. How much of our core beliefs influence what we are sure is real? How much of it really matters? What if my read is you're maroon? right so you could argue that this contemplation/ fixation/ whatever-you-want-to-call-it is a useless waist of electricity in my brain. There are other questionings that I would bring up but my twitchy self control muscle keeps me from bringing them up. yeah ok maybe i'll bring some of them up later when my thoughts are more organized. (I need to get back into the habit of writing these things down)
on another note, my cousin is writing a story :D It's a fictional story about a girl and her badass irish friend who has fire powers. so since it's summer and I don't want to get my artistic muscles rusty when I go back to school so I asked if I could illustrate it and she said yes. So now I'm learning how to draw irish dudes (it's a lot like my project when I was drawing old people for that Wee Free Men story and my friends character from her play)
lastly, I got a job. yesterday I was asked to fix up a map which was constructed off a powerpoint with a tone of animation layers in it. I'm learning a lot from this one project. I've met like half the staff already and everyone is really nice. I've learned more in these two days about this new powerpoint than I could in a week in high school. oh and it's good color coordination exorcise
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