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April 19, 2006

Freedom looks like too many choices

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Hello, my lovely blog readers. I must come forward and apologize for the disappointing lack of craft-related entries that have been inconspicuously missing in the past two-four months or so. Unfortunately (or rather the opposite) I really haven't had much time to spare on crafts. I am a photography major at my college and I soon will be graduating this August, meaning all my time and inspiration (and ridiculous amounts of money) have been devoted exclusively to photography and towards my portfolio, which needs to be one bad ass mofo, so that I can snatch me a really good job with some fashion photographer.

I have finally decided to ship my bony little ass to New York City once my final quarter is done for, sometime in early September. In the next weeks I shall be applying to photographers in the area for either a paid assistant job or internship (and if so, I will def have to look for a second job).

But do not despair, I am much too passionate about the indie crafts to completely abandon it. I just need to focus on the now, and right now my photography portfolio demands my sweet attention. It's been 13 years since I have dreamt of living in the Big Apple. I may end up hating it, may end up living there till I die, but I must live it at least once. I owe it to myself. I am hoping I will be inspired by this gigantic city and all it offers. I hope the cold doesn't kill me. I hope I don't get lost within myself.

But whatever I may end up doing I will update right here and post all my quirky crazy stories. In the meantime, I shall continue my sexy photographic adventures, but of course, always taking the time to doodle the Next Great Star Magnolia Bag.


In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

U2, New York

Posted by starmagn at April 19, 2006 08:56 PM

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