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Every time I try to put my schedule for what I have going on in this month of October it appears more and more like I won’t be getting anytime to just relax. (Now if only I would stop relaxing once I got home.. stupid addicting internet) It seems as though all my art classes are piling on the homework, which personally I love doing art, but I know that some of this work isn’t going to come out looking as great as it could just because as I get stressed I will rush to finish aspects of my homework knowing that I can get away with doing that.

Bad habits.

Upon all the homework that I have, I as well have my study abroad forms to fill out and essays for that and really the list keeps going. I’ve been working on breathing exercises and plans on when I will actually get it done in sections. Fun fun. In my desire to constantly run away I’ve started thinking more and more about when I finish my study abroad why don’t I look into getting into the Peace Corps and run away again for a few more years? This was solidifying more today in French as the Peace Corps recruiter came to class to talk to us. When growing up I always thought it was awesome that my parents did Peace Corps, so why don’t I do it to. It doesn’t look like the Seychelles are still and option though… I would like to go there one day though, just to see the former footprints of my parents.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

I have only three more prints to do for my print making class, as well as installing them and building part of the installation piece, but in working on it this weekend a few didn’t work out perfectly for the class and I decided to use them in a different way.

Look closer.
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