About dreams and nightmares

Dreams: my art show with brand, "Dreams and Nightmares" is going really well. We had the art show reception on Tuesday this week and it was just awesome! I didn't sell anything at the moment, which was really sad for me because I needed some help from there to pay tuition for this school year, but it was nice to see so many people there supporting me and complimenting my artwork. I got a lot of helpful feedback, and of course, some wacky interpretations too. I love that about art shows-- people start talking about your art and then even if it's totally off, it is true to them, and that's the beauty of it-- you get to see part of them through their opinions. I have posted some pictures from the reception in my photoblog. My mom got to go for a little while, she couldn't get the whole day off from work, but she made it to some part of the reception.

I was interviewed by envision Arkansas. It was nice. The thing actually aired today, it looked good... It would have been ten times better if they hadn't misspelled my name AND my last name.

Nightmares: that business class is OVER!!! I got a "B" on it. I only studied for the last exam because I knew I needed an A to get a decent grade in the class.

Now, let me enjoy the ONE week I have off. I'll be working, but that's because I need the money more than I need the sleep. It's a harsh reality.

I had invited my little cousins to sleep over tonight. I had planned a fun night-- movies, music, ice cream, chicken wings, pop corn... But they're not coming. They have to go to church or something like that. I was offended, in a way. And then I remember how we used to turn down trips with my dad because of church. How stupid we were. How incredibly stupid I was to miss out on spending time with my family, with my dad. Now I regret it, now when the brothers and sisters in Christ from church have put me to the side and probably don't even remember me... Now I regret it. Now that apologizing to my dad wouldn't make a difference because he's so far away and time was lost. TIME WAS LOST. Time with my dad was lost... It hurts. I see things so differently now, I am so different, now that different perspectives have been added. I just wish that I could do something now.


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