I'm laying in bed right now, laptops are so great. but the idea of breakfast is maybe, slowly luring me up.

yesterday it rained a lot. I worked on calligraphy most of the day, and went to the bar for dinner. (sure, they lure you out with the idea of "buck burgers" but after delicious cheese balls and a couple Boulevards, you're out way more than a dollar.)

the next four hours I spent working on a project for someone else. I'm volunteering, basically, because I have time. but I hope nothing academically illegal is going on here. I do think it's ridiculous to require non-design majors to design stuff for classes; but I guess that's me speaking from a viewpoint where bad design almost makes me physically ill.

the thing about working on teh computer for four hours straiht is that after a while, I start to feel drunk, like where has the time gone? and I don't remember conversations I had while working. it's a strange brain thing.

these thoughts are poorly formed.

yesterday I received an email from our "career counselor" [who has never once actually counseled me or helped in any way] about a language and internship program in Italy. when I read it, I cried, because it was like a beam of light. so often lately I've been apathetic about finding a real job, I can't see myself just moving to a city and starting to grind out logos for some half assed design firm. so this is something.

and I could say way more about this, I've written so much about my future goals in my real journal. it will appear here someday, I'm sure.

I have stuff to do today.

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