| Oh my God, I'm so ready.
And I'm so frickin' scared.
Santa Barbara. California. West Coast. Surrounded by much, much, much more talented people than me. I know Anacleto Rapping and Tom Petty, so I guess that's as good a start as any.
I hope to have my housing deposit in this week, which really excites me. I'm going to be early enough to get a private room in either a two-bedroom apartment, or (*hopefully*) a private residence close to the school. I will get to go to the beach on the weekends, or the mountains, and learn to surf and take day trips to really awesome places. There will be so many, many people and so very much to do. And I can't wait.
And I'm scared to death.
But I guess as far as plans go, three years studying under the best in the field isn't so shady after all. I just hope I can meet everyone's expectations. I've had too many people claim to see something in me, in my work, not to try. Cause, after all, who is Annie Leibovitz anyway, but a stylish chick who loved her work and only hung out with rock stars.
It's funny though. Cause when I was little the world was so big and unattainable. And then I grew up and went to London and Italy and Costa Rica and the world got a little smaller each time. Then one day, at Union, I woke up and saw the stars hanging so close I could touch them and the entire universe was mine for the taking. So I reached and found myself very very far from home. And now the world seems so large and threatens to scatter my heart in tiny pieces everywhere I go. And I need it to be small again, to keep me whole.
Passion is so dangerous. It can kill you. But life is so worthless without it.
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| I am so freakin' tired of certain people telling me not to burn bridges.
"Never burn bridges - you need to be building."
Well, you know what? I spent four years hearing that preached at me by the powers that be at Union. And I refuse to be held accountable for the smoldering bridges that other people burned. I have not intentionally cut myself off from anyone.
But if everytime you approach a dog he bites the shit out of your hand, well, eventually you learn to just stay the hell away.
Ok. That felt good. I know the powers that be will still blame me, but I know what I have and haven't done. I know who I am. And I don't really care about this image that everyone tried to tell me I was. |
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| eric was beautiful. for two and a half hours everything was perfect and soulful....my spirit was happy and had purpose.....
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i have learned to ask 'what if....?' again
and to really believe in the possibilities of ellipses
and with that comes breathing and sleeping through the night and sometimes going a whole day without bursting into tears |
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| I have a date.
St. Louis.
September 18th.
Just me and Mr. Clapton.
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|  | Currently Listening
John Corbett
By John Corbett
i know - i'm a nerd....but Chris in the Morning made an album!!!!
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i bought a grill!
yay! |
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