Yeah I put this on hold before. Only because school was in the way and I didnt even have a scanner anymore. Im pretty sure I mentioned this problem a few blogs back. I feel like crap and lost almost all sense of motivation. In other words, I dont feel like drawing or doing anything art related for a good minute. The initial problem is something you might guess on the second try.......money. MONEY MONEY MONEY. 3:<

Its been almost a year since I graduated. And about two months before that count, Ive been doing nothing but freelance jobs. Freelance is a job, a job is something. Even before I graduated my mom has been down my throat about GETTING A JOB. I think thats the only things shes concerned about when it comes to me; what status I will hold in the future. She never really recognized the little things Ive done in the past. The only things I can distinctly remember when she was proud of me was when I graduated highschool and college....and thats it.

I stopped doing freelance back in September and basically moved back to Fayetteville. My brother quit college again so there was no point in living in Raleigh anymore. I took a month off to relax even though I was aware that the retarded ass tuition bill was coming. Ive come to the conclusion that...3D SUCKS! My mom has been more on the hunt for jobs in that field than I could care about and all the feedback shes gotten was "we need technical blah blah blah". Basically NOTHING Ive gotten into college for. And plus, all the freelance jobs Ive taken had NOTHING to do with 3D. Yeah, 3D sucks.

I told my mom that my tires needed to be rotated because it felt weird while driving it. Because of me telling her that, it resulted in her telling me to find a job somewhere out of this state or something along the lines of "going to that college was a mistake". She didnt say that, but thats basically what she said. It stressed me out. It made me cry. I blogged about this two hours ago. It was much more vague and I pretty much told my dreams and aspirations to fuck off.

Ill get back at you when I think life is back in order.