No big deal

So, one of my dear friends found it hilirous that I am horrified of going to Wal-Mart (And Yes I do mean YOU, TREVOR ASHTON WORDEN).  But I have to admit that it is a little on the funny side of life.  But it is not JUST Aaron that I don't want to see.  I don't want to run into people that I went to highschool with.  I don't want to see that look of pity that I am back in this little town.  

When I see them, and we go through the motions of pretending to care, all I want to do is shout that I am a college graduate, that I am going to grad school, that I am not stuck back in Wilkes-by-God county.  I am here by choice, I am here to step back from school for 6 more months until I go off to grad school.  And the thing that pisses me off, is that it is shallow of me to be concerned with what they think.  I am working on this little fear and vanity, but it is not coming easy.  My stomach drops when I walk into Wal-mart, the social highlight of my life now.  But you know what?  I will be the hell out of this town soon.  No big deal.

Take a deep breath, it will be fine.  So what if you have not talked to him since June?  No big deal, right.  The door open to reveal the bare carpet and a line at costemer service.  In and out.  No big deal.  I just want a book.  Just one thing and then I will get the hell out of Wal-Mart and it will be fine.

Just an update

I have graduated, and I am back home.

And I miss school.  I miss talking about art, I miss going to the studio, I miss Asheville.  But mostly, I miss ART!  I miss the feeling of creativity that surged through me in that city.  Now, I have NORMAL things that i should be doing.  I should be unpacking, working on my resume, and applying to grad school.  And that will be my life until further notice.

Oh, and did I mention that I am petrified of running in Aaron in this small town?  And I do mean petrified.  I start shaking when I have to go to Wal-Mart.  

Yeah, my new life.