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Ha
Haha.
Tim says he would like to... what's that word? Sort of like "hire" but more related to the arts. Well anyway, he wants to pay someone to paint some fairly large pieces of art for him. Contemporary ones--maybe abstract--with only a few colors (sounding familiar?). And I say to myself, "I can do that!" And I say to Tim... well, nothing.
Hahaha.
Feeling a little shitty today. Still got my six miles in, but what a chore! Didn't help that it was raining half the day as my nose predicted last night. I called RADA on an impulse and they told me they still had one opening for a seasonal position, so I got ready and drove over there, but in that amount of time they'd filled it. But really, I felt better after that situation than after any of my other job prospects on Industrial Street have left me feeling. I didn't even dress up completely going in because I'm tired of putting so much of myself into this and getting nothing in return but a mortified blush and an ever ballooning sense of failure. The lady there even seemed nice too. Damn.
Talked to Clint for an hour today. Nothing exciting. Mostly dog talk and both of us droning on about how confused we are. Apparently "I don't know" is the new bread and butter of my vocabulary. I guess I would have known that a long time ago if I ever talked to anyone but my parents anymore.
Realized while Gazelling that I've walked 36 miles this week. I just wish I had a better way of monitoring my progress than trying on my graduation gown and seeing how much it billows now. I did try on my prom dress a week or so ago, and that was a trip. It fit better than it did back then--it was even, dare I say it, a bit too big. Still I wouldn't mind having the chance to wear it again. I think I could rock it now in ways that 18-year-old Kelsey could ever imagine. Hey to the Ya.
edit: COMMISSIONED! The artsy-hired word is "commissioned." The more you know.
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