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Wow, what's this you say? An actual LJ entry that doesn't involve quizzes, pimping or insane theories about the universe.
And oh look I've stopped spamming other people's journals (for now).
Guess what? I kinda maybe sorta hopefully got my first design job. Kinda. I went to an interview-y thing-y with a lady you runs a card business and I think I will be doing designs for her. And get paid for it, as well, which is even better. I'm going back next week when we are going to start for real but today she looked at a couple of drawings of mine and showed me around the place and had me look at cards and told me to browse round the net and get some ideas for next week so I think I kinda sorta maybe got a job with her. Hopefully. If I don't totally screw it up though.
But hey, haven't even finsihed a semester of my course and I already am in the business. Kinda. Sorta. Hopefully?
But yar (and I just made a pirate noise in my head), in the next two weeks is when all my TAFE assignments are due in for the semester and if they all pass then I should be on holidays soon. Which is great except for the fact that I need to actually finish said assignments so maybe I should get off the computer.
Nah.
What else do I have to say? Oh, I love talking with my best friend (as you do, being a best friend and all) because we get into the most insane conversations that have me laughing all night. It's great. Can't remember what the hell we were talking about but it was great.
And lo and behold, I should go now because I need to go get stuff printed at Snap for an assignment that is due in tomorrow which reminds me, I have to write up a stupid rationale for it. And clean my room, which is totally unrelated to the previous statement but I remembered so I said it. Whenever a couple of assignments are due at the same time the floor of my room slowly gets eaten by art supplies, which explains how I found a whole pile of paper under the debris last time.
It also gives me an inane fear of being consumed alive by art materials in the middle of the night when I can't fight back because it's cold and I don't want to get out of bed.
And oh look I've stopped spamming other people's journals (for now).
Guess what? I kinda maybe sorta hopefully got my first design job. Kinda. I went to an interview-y thing-y with a lady you runs a card business and I think I will be doing designs for her. And get paid for it, as well, which is even better. I'm going back next week when we are going to start for real but today she looked at a couple of drawings of mine and showed me around the place and had me look at cards and told me to browse round the net and get some ideas for next week so I think I kinda sorta maybe got a job with her. Hopefully. If I don't totally screw it up though.
But hey, haven't even finsihed a semester of my course and I already am in the business. Kinda. Sorta. Hopefully?
But yar (and I just made a pirate noise in my head), in the next two weeks is when all my TAFE assignments are due in for the semester and if they all pass then I should be on holidays soon. Which is great except for the fact that I need to actually finish said assignments so maybe I should get off the computer.
Nah.
What else do I have to say? Oh, I love talking with my best friend (as you do, being a best friend and all) because we get into the most insane conversations that have me laughing all night. It's great. Can't remember what the hell we were talking about but it was great.
And lo and behold, I should go now because I need to go get stuff printed at Snap for an assignment that is due in tomorrow which reminds me, I have to write up a stupid rationale for it. And clean my room, which is totally unrelated to the previous statement but I remembered so I said it. Whenever a couple of assignments are due at the same time the floor of my room slowly gets eaten by art supplies, which explains how I found a whole pile of paper under the debris last time.
It also gives me an inane fear of being consumed alive by art materials in the middle of the night when I can't fight back because it's cold and I don't want to get out of bed.
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