Ladies and Gents, let's dispel some rumors here before I get in to another life update entry, shall we? No, I was never at any point pregnant. No, Jon never at any point paid for me to get abortions for these supposed pregnancies. Are we all on the same page now? Yeah. Awesome.
I don't typically respond to the shit I hear about me and this probably isn't the worst thing that is floating around in the halls back at KW or bouncing about in the old circles. But it has sort of just sat in my head for a while now and I realize it bugs the shit out of me. Mostly cause if that was true, no one has the right to tell others about something as traumatic as that. It is super personal and sort of a violation of privacy. The other reason is that i graduated nearly THREE years ago. Yes, THREE years ago. Crazy. I shouldn't be a reference within that context any longer, right? I can't imagine anyone who I was close with still at that place, so I don't really understand why it is coming out. That is all I have to say on that matter... Moving on.
Soooo I haven't talk a lick of how the semester for school is going or anything. So might as well delve a bit in to that now. I have something of a light course load at the moment which has been really rather convenient to getting things done. I was the Assistant Costume Designer for Charle Mee's Summertime which was at the Raisbeck space. It was an interesting learning process that taught me a lot about the expectations that the shop has and how some people (knowing these expectations) don't always meet them in the way that they need to. There were times that I felt like I had taken the reigns without needing to and tried to control my need to be dominant in a group. Which is a new thing by the way.
One thing I need to work on is speaking out in a large group of people and let my opinion be said. I have no issue doing so in a small group but tend to clam up in a bigger group which isn't a good thing if I want to be a designer.
P.S. I have this craving to post the following as my Facebook status for no particular reason at all: Dear sir.. yes, you sir and you too, madam. Fuck you. That is all.
