tangent go offs.
I lost one of my ear plugs to my shower drain, so for a while there, I was walking around with empty holes in my lobes. I didn't feel like grossing people out any more than I already had (even though I myself did/do not find my earring-less lobes offensive in any way because the holes are small...like the size of a round Bic ball point pen) so I put in a pair of older, and smaller gauge jewelry. So now, since they're not a nice tight fit against my skin, my right ear is in a perpetual state of crustiness because the earring just moves around a lot, somehow causing irritation. It's annoying.
My new lease was signed this afternoon. Yip yip! I also called my current landlord, and informed his voicemail of my situation. He left a message on mine, which was two minutes and thirteen seconds long, saying that the rent was going to be hiked up and something about the gas...blah, blah, blah...it was a painfully long, monotonous message. I sure am glad I was taking a nap when he called because it would've been worse having to actually converse with him. Nice guy, though.
Smith & Hawken writes off a shit load of products. Yesterday I took home a trash bag full of perfectly fine plants. Okay, they were a little busted. I repotted them all and hopefully they'll recover from the horror of living in a retail environment. I'm sure they will.
It was brought to my attention that I should start a small gardening company, the premise being I help rich people take care of their plants and use my design skills for small, city indoor/outdoor gardens. I don't really think that'd fly, because it really doesn't take a rocket scientist to take care of a plant, and they have landscaping designers to do design work. I do have the ability to bring a nearly dead plant back to healthy living...that's cause I'm good like that. It was a cute idea.
I feel a bit like a sell-out. What the fuck happened to graphic design? I still love creating graphic art, but I have no desire to work in a commodity driven studio. I hate marketing and advertising, too. I don't know what to do. It's not like I can just open up a studio of my own. I mean...I could, but I'd need clients that inspire me. Fuck it. I'll get back on that career path eventually.
My mom just tells me to do whatever makes me happy. I'm trying.
My new lease was signed this afternoon. Yip yip! I also called my current landlord, and informed his voicemail of my situation. He left a message on mine, which was two minutes and thirteen seconds long, saying that the rent was going to be hiked up and something about the gas...blah, blah, blah...it was a painfully long, monotonous message. I sure am glad I was taking a nap when he called because it would've been worse having to actually converse with him. Nice guy, though.
Smith & Hawken writes off a shit load of products. Yesterday I took home a trash bag full of perfectly fine plants. Okay, they were a little busted. I repotted them all and hopefully they'll recover from the horror of living in a retail environment. I'm sure they will.
It was brought to my attention that I should start a small gardening company, the premise being I help rich people take care of their plants and use my design skills for small, city indoor/outdoor gardens. I don't really think that'd fly, because it really doesn't take a rocket scientist to take care of a plant, and they have landscaping designers to do design work. I do have the ability to bring a nearly dead plant back to healthy living...that's cause I'm good like that. It was a cute idea.
I feel a bit like a sell-out. What the fuck happened to graphic design? I still love creating graphic art, but I have no desire to work in a commodity driven studio. I hate marketing and advertising, too. I don't know what to do. It's not like I can just open up a studio of my own. I mean...I could, but I'd need clients that inspire me. Fuck it. I'll get back on that career path eventually.
My mom just tells me to do whatever makes me happy. I'm trying.
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