Snow Flurries Like Dandelion Seeds

______When I tell people I'm an Art major, they usually reply with something along the lines of, "Well, what are you going to do with that?" or, "Art major? But you're such a smart girl..." These words can seem a bit condescending at times, but I always try my best to reply confidently, even if I'm not 100% sure where I'll end up.  However, I'm sure that most people are simply asking these questions in a curious way, and not as silly non-believers.  As for those non-believers, though, chances are if they're going to make fun of me for being an art major, I'll have already beat them to it.  One thing I'm pretty great at is poking fun at myself.  It's not difficult when you're as lame as I am.

______My dream job is to be an illustrator on the side of being a college drawing instructor, and I'm pretty set on that.  Whether that'd mean illustrating a novel, collection of short stories, book of poetry, or even articles in magazines, I wouldn't mind.  Heck, I'd have a party and a half drawing intricate cell diagrams in biology textbooks; I remember that whenever we'd have to draw a cell diagram in our notes, I'd go doodle-crazy and make some badass mitochondria and super squiggly golgi bodies all up in my cell.  Man, don't even get me started about those endoplasmic reticulums... Swoon!



______Even better, if I could find myself a nice, bike-riding writer, I could illustrate his works and we could be the cutest husband-wife team to exist on any planet ever.  We would have a precious dream life and probably end up living in a box as starving artists, but it would be the most tastefully decorated box in all the land.  I'm talking multiple boxes that are interconnected in the form of a castle, with winding cardboard hallways, secret passages, and maybe even a central courtyard.  Texture-real stones scribbled on the exterior with sharpies that fell from people's purses, and windows crafted from shards of emerald and topaz beer bottles.  A doorbell made from an obnoxious birthday card embedded with Shania Twain's, "Soak up the Sun."  An aluminum front door made from the finest of dented trash can lids.

______Ah, yes, we'd definitely be the bourgeoisie of hobos.  I set my standards high and plan these things early.

______That being said, you all may come over to our box whenever you'd like, though I warn you about the stray dogs and bloodthirsty vermin--they don't much fancy unfamiliar people, and you might end up getting bitten and contracting multiple rare, life-threatening diseases.  Until my hobo days, though, I'll just keep dreaming, waiting, moving forward.



Dress: Charlotte Russe
Studded jacket: JCPenny
Ankle boots: DIY
Socks, stockings: Target
Jewelry: most of it I found under my bed actually