Mac’s OS X is one of the most inviting desktops in the world. These translucent windows and morphing tool bar make for a sexy little experience. It’s difficult to focus on what I am typing because it is too much fun to look around the desktop. That’s all I have to say about that.
The anticipated acclimation back to college life is settling upon me. I’ve done this college thing before, but after such a unique semester off, hopping on the train of tunnel vision is not easy. Only in seeking ways to manifest my creativity can I be interested in my classes. To attend classes knowing it will get me the A, the credit hours, the degree, and eventually the job, is not enough demand my attention. I just don’t care enough about the professional track to happiness.This semester I am learning Alias (the movie “Ants” was made with this software), Director (for designing CD-ROMs), and Senior Studio (to show that we can be professionals.) Alias and Director capture my attention because they are groovy software gumballs. Senior Studio is cool b/c I get to design swank little products. If I walk in a store and can’t find the lamp, phone, or chair I want, I can design and make my own.
Meredith and I are doing well. Each day I delight in getting to know her more. We just love spending time with each other. We don’t have to go out and do important things that a TV personality and a model are expected to do. We can paint the walls of my bedroom and listen to the radio. We could eat at fancy restaurants to see and be seen, but we are fine eating PB & Js and pasta salad on mismatched plastic plates.
I have been sleeping on the floor of my new house. It’s no big deal because I have slept on the floor for the most part of this summer. I have taken a liking to it. My room is now painted and ready to be moved into. After traveling so much, I am so excited to have a home again, even if my room does smell like fresh paint and I am sleeping on the floor.
The past couple days have been pretty laid back and in a happy aimlessness spending time with my roomies and Meredith. I should have gone to class yesterday, but I didn’t want to. I feel like Peter from the movie “Office Space.” He decided to stop going to work; not quitting, but just not going. He was so happy about it too. I went to class today, but yesterday I just didn’t feel like it. (I can’t believe I am saying this.)
It’s so weird to be in classes again. Everyone here is so hardcore about school and seems to be concerned with little else. Being like that earned me an exceptional GPA and a tight portfolio. I guess that’s why you can train for a life’s worth of a job in four years of study. But now I am ready to relax and take each day with things in more perspective. I won’t relax my way out of school and become a bum; I just don’t ever want to slide into the study/sleep/study cycle of college.
I think that’s what hits me most as my vacation from reality ends: I like vacations from reality. It could be repairing vandalized churches in Mexico, going on Safaris in Africa, speaking in Italy, days away with my girlfriend, laughing with friends, or praying all by myself. But, I guess that is my reality. So my challenge this fall is to let my studious life converge with my vacation from reality, fabricating this unique reality of my own.
I was in Las Vegas this morning. I’ve never seen so many cowboys in my life. 10-gallon hats and trashcan lid belt buckles. I felt out of place.
Lack of sleep does strange things to me. My ability to be on top of things tapers to near nonexistent. But I managed to slide into my pimp four button suit and present my alarm clock in front of the whole ID dept. My journey with my clock will soon come to an end in the form of a promotional website. I am excited that I will actually have to work on my site, where as now it comes only in 5 free minutes a day.
Dave is a cool cat. He and I have spent some interesting hours together over the weekend. Dave…he is the kind of guy I never thought I would be able to meet, and as I get to know him, I continue to be fascinated by his panoply of opinions, experiences, and circles of friends. It’s like he is a character you would only expect to find in a movie. Never a dull moment.
It was nice to hang out with Patrick from YOU! Magazine again. I’ve not seen him since I lived in LA for a brief summer a few years ago. We laughed and caught up for an hour over a cup of coffee in a snazzy diner at the foot of the hill with the proud white letters. What day is it? Where am I?
02-21-06 The flight from Las Vegas was on my way back from Los Angeles for the Real World photo shoot before we started filming. A lot of my friends read my journal at the time, and I didn’t want to write about it and spoil the surprise.
I never would imagine I would be posting a journal entry at 7 AM. I have just completed a rough night in the studio. I came back here to clean up and all. I brewed a couple cups of coffee to warm me into another day, even though yesterday hasn’t ended yet.I am posting again b/c I wanted to share with you my experience right now. I look out the window to my right, and I am watching the sky illuminate. Just 10 minutes ago it was dark out. Overhead is a blue/gray…it fades to pale blue then into a misty orange to the horizon. The buildings are still lit like it is night, but the day is beginning. I can see the silhouettes of cranes and radio towers, and faint stars way in the distance. It would be so cool to be sitting up in one of those cranes watching the city awaken.
Though my body is crying from exhaustion, my spirit is lifted by this beauty. Life just rocks.
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