Within 10 minutes of sitting in the lobby of the art school at my university, I saw more attractive men than I saw all of last semester.
Should I switch majors? Is staring at them like Brandon from Shame the way to go about getting their attention?
In related news, film students are so goddamn ugly.
The thing I hate about film school…
is that everyone wants answers.
“Why did this happen? What does this mean to you? I don’t understand.”
What they actually need to understand is that I thrive off questions. I create with the hopes of causing you to ask questions. I can care less if I give you the answers.
I truly believe that the answers are found in the questions.
And that will never change, no matter how many people try to “teach” me otherwise.
I hate school.
All I want to do is work on my creative work. Really, what good is a science class going to do me? A lab where I studied rocks? I feel like I am wasting so much money on things I don’t give a fuck about, and they only distract me from what I love doing.
This is another reason I hope to get into the Art Center. They have their priorities straight.
