I'm a professional artist, now!

Well not in any creative facet, but I get to help companies simplify and resize their logos to print on swag. I get to work 50 hours a week in a copy room in a bustling factory! I make revisions, make recommendations, print copies and film for the machines to read the logo, and I get more free misprinted shit than I know what to do with. It's actually a whole lot of fun, I've been there 3 weeks now working 4:30pm-2am. It sounds brutal but when you're sitting around an art room with geeks, listening to your iphone and drinking sugar free rock star energy drinks, it doesn't really seem a whole lot like work.

But I get to put 'Production Artist' on my resume from now on so suck on that!

Of course, I'm still working in the deli on the weekends and some week mornings. Sooooo I'm working about 70 hours a week, now.

And finals, I'm actually writing this as I procrastinate finishing my last one.

Anyways, once the semester is over with and I get the nerve to quit my gig at the deli, I'll get back into the swing of making art for fun, and not for a grade. I haven't drawn anything in ages, and I really miss doing it. It was such a big part of my life for so long, and I still think about it every day, but I'm just doing too much shit right now to be creative.

I have to though, because there be cons! I have Metrocon here in Tampa in June, Yaoicon again in October, and Coast City Comicon in November.

Also, I now have a half sleeve of Jurassic Park dinosaurs : three raptors, tons of flowers, my old t-rex sitting on my shoulder (you guys knew about Tyra already), and a banner that says 'Clever Girl'. I'm 4 hours into the piece and I have about 3-4 left to go. I have no regretsssssssssssssss. I'm still getting used to it, though. Who knew having velociraptor tattoos would be such a conversation piece?

I really don't want to talk about dinosaurs with strangers anymore. I have had 14 conversations that went like this :

Them : "You must love dinosaurs."
Me : "Yeah."
Them : "Cool."
Me : "Thanks."
Them : "So... what does it mean?"
Me : "It means dinosaurs."
Them : "Oh. Well what happens when you get old?"
Me : "I'll probably become.... extinct."
Them : "I don't get it."

I think I'll train myself to cry when anyone asks about my dinos, and say that my parents were murdered by raptors.