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:: Saturday, September 20, 2003 ::

:: Good Bye, Good Night. ::
Today was my last day of work, and without any real irony, I spent most of the day doing other stuff. Apartment hunting occupied most of my morning, then a long lunch with a friend, and then a few minutes of updating my blog when I came back. I did get some work in but it there wasn't much to do so spent the rest of the afternoon gathering my stuff. I'm actually going to have to come in over the weekend just to take all my stuff home. It's mostly CDs too. I didn't realize I brought so many CDs to work. I have to tell you, I'm not gonna miss this place.

Speaking of apartment hunting I finally have a place to live! And get this, it's only one block away from school according to the rental agent. Thank you God! Being car-less, distance was a very high priority, next to affordability and this place is only $600 a month. Not bad for a "spacious" (agent's word) studio that's mere blocks away from the ocean. Though saying it's "spacious" for a studio is akin to saying a 4Runner is "fuel efficient" for an SUV. Not that I'm complaining. All I'm taking is clothes, my baseball glove, and my guitar. You know, just the essentials. I won't have enough stuff to fill a closet so it's not like I'll be lacking in space.

It's amazing to me how - for lack of a better word - easy this most of this has been. (Though I may be jinxing the whole thing just by typing that previous sentence.) I actually got accepted on my first attempt, my ticket fare is reasonably priced, registration has been painless, my parents have been incredibly supportive and now I find an affordable place a short distance from campus. The more I keep moving forward, the more I'm convinced that this is the path I'm supposed to follow. Yes there was still a small part of me that had doubts, cynical bastard that I am. This is clearly God's way of telling me "see what happens when you trust me? I'm God, this stuff is a cakewalk for me. All you have to do is ask. By the way, consider this is a preview because once you're buried under the typical art student workload, not only will you be praying to me, you're gonna be crying, begging and pleading for my intervention. And yes, Jesus still loves you."

And odd as it may seem, I'm looking forward to those days. I've had to deal with juggling school and work before but this is far beyond what I'm used to, and I'm eager to test the limits of my intestinal fortitude. That is why I'm doing this. I really don't need to go art school to forge a career in commercial arts. I have to test myself. I need to be scared s***less. I need to get my butt kicked. Hard. I need to learn to swallow my pride and reach out for help when I'm down. As a firm believe in the idiom "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" I need to be challenged. Not that I have a limp noodle for a backbone. Far from it, but it just seems like it's been a while since I've ventured beyond my comfort zone. I need to face these trials, look it in the eye and have the strength - be it my own or from a higher source, most likely the latter - to say, "I am NOT your bitch!" Unlike say, the other night at Pink's when I almost succumbed to my third Polish dog.

But that's different ;)

And to be completely honest, I much prefer to deal with the pressures of completing multiple projects while facing a looming deadline as opposed the pressure of finding a roof over my head. I mean seriously, they have hurricanes over there!

:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 1:53 AM [+] :: | 0 comments
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