On Life…

Normally, not much happens in my life. But there’s been a few things happening as of late that I’ll fill you in on since I dont post nearly as frequently as I used to. Im gonna have to make this as quick as possible as my computer is dying and my charger is dead (2 months after I bought it. Life event number 1.)

• Two weeks ago I had 2 interviews. One on Thursday I had a group interview at Wrigley Field to be a fan photographer. I thought the interview went pretty swell, considering it was a group interview and out of 13 there were 6 or 7 guys there and I was the last male after the lady conducting the interview made cuts throughout the interview. But I found out the following Sunday, while sitting on the train, coming home from a friends house after a party, incredibly hungover (more on that later) that I didn’t get the job. But no big deal. I wasn’t really feeling it anyways by the time I left the interview. 
• The other interview was the next day for an internship at an art gallery out in the Fulton Market neighborhood. That one went very well, probably because I didn’t  need to lie about anything like the last one. I found out last week that I got the internship and I couldn’t be more excited. It doesn’t pay and it’s only 10 hours a week, but I could get commission if Im capable of talking anybody into buying anything and after 8 weeks I could get brought on permanently. This is exactly where I want to be and its where I’ve wanted to be working since I was a kid. I just really wish that I hadn’t given that up before I went to Harrington. My love of art definitely fell by the wayside during that time until I took an art history class. Then it was kind of reignited, but I was already about halfway through and was dead set on finally accomplishing something I started. I’d like to, nay… love to, go back to school and get a degree in art history. But right now that’s just financially impossible. When I told my dad that I got the internship and told him the details about it, he replied “well maybe if you’re good at selling art you can sell cars on the weekend.” Not exactly an incredibly positive response but not incredibly negative either. With my dad, that’s about as good of a response as I’m going to get from him regarding my wanting to be in the art world. 
• I started reading the journals of Keith Haring. I’m only about 40 pages in and I’m already thinking about art differently. It’s almost like reading an art textbook. He really goes into meaning and purpose (among other things) of art. Its amazing. I highly suggest reading it. 
• I drank a bottle of tequila two weeks ago and blacked out. Apparently I sobbed uncontrollably while a friend tried to comfort me. I have no idea what I was sobbing thought I’m 85% sure it was something to do with family. When I woke up, I was in the bedroom of my friends roommate (fully clothed I might add.) which was supposedly locked since he was out of town. I found out last week how I got in. Apparently the friend I was sobbing to found out how to get in and she and her bf when to go hook up and then fell asleep. I guess I burst into the room while they were sleeping and passed out in the bed with them. I guess I also tried to cuddle up with the bf. Whoops. When I woke up, I couldnt find my glasses. I later found them under the couch. Still haven’t found an explanation for that one.