I really meant to come up with a post right after my friend went back to California, but it’s been a while since then and somehow I just now got around to it. But anyway.
At the end of may/beginning of june I had a friend visit me from California, as that first sentence implies. The main thing that happened was going to an anime convention in Dallas, mostly because I was a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to come up with a lot of interesting things to do around here…which ultimately I did not, since other than that con we only went out to Fort Worth for one day, to visit the Japanese garden and a couple museums there. Otherwise we kind of sat around playing video games, which was fun, but I couldn’t help but feel lame about it. I guess if she for some reason wants to visit again we’ll go for a week that doesn’t have a convention in it, and hopefully find some fun stuff to do. That way we won’t be too worn out to do much, too, since we kept some pretty ridiculous hours at that con.
The convention was pretty fun, though I think I only barely broke even there, what with paying for the hotel and table and all. I envy all the amazing artists who I’m sure do much better at these things due to either just being plain better than me or having stuff people are more willing to spend money for. We were surrounded by artists with big walls of their artwork up, and it was all so much better than mine, and also involved characters from all those ridiculously popular series that I just don’t care that much about. I guess it’s my own fault for not being a complete sellout? But still, it kind of amazes me that some people get so many commissions that they’re busy the whole time, while I’m sitting over at my table with nothing to do but watch people walk by and flip disinterestedly through my work. It’s a little off-putting.
Anyway, that was pretty much the big thing about that week. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m really terrible when it comes to activities. I have no idea what sort of attractions are around here, and most of the ones I do know of just don’t sound that interesting to me. I don’t really go see movies because the majority of them sound stupid, and I’m too cheap to go shopping. I guess I also don’t really have a lot of opportunity to go out and find out what’s there, due to not having anyone to go with. Going out on the town by yourself just feels really pathetic, you know?
Since then I haven’t really been doing much. Trying to figure out how the heck I’m going to get a job, something I am less than confident about. I don’t really understand how I’m supposed to even start looking for one that has anything to do with what I went to school for, and the usual filling out applications for retail just feels like a collossal waste of time. Everybody is sure to already have all their summer help, and they hired a bunch of high school kids. I really feel like my almost-degree counts for nothing. But I’m going to let that topic go because it doesn’t do anything but make me severely depressed.
Speaking of my almost-degree, it seems that since I’m taking my last class from another school, I won’t be able to officially graduate until after the winter semester, since I’ll have to have transcripts sent and whatnot, which I cannot do until after the class is over. Which is a little irksome, but after this long, I’ve kind of stopped caring so much. I’ve got my portfolio, as much good as that’s doing me, and it doesn’t feel like anybody really cares whether you went to school or not, only that you know important people. Which I do not. Sigh.
Okay. I keep slipping into my special ultra-pessimism mode, so I’m gonna go find something else to do for a while. Man, I’m pretty sure this whole post ended up a lot more depressing than I meant it to be, even the parts about when I was doing not-depressing things. Huh.