Yesterday I had an apppointement with a teacher for a class, to explain what my final project for her class will be like. Since it’s a class that is focused about helping students clear up their practice and their goals for the future, we discussed a little my dreamjob among other things. She said something along the lines that my way of thinking would fit very well with the vision of European design firms. I was a little curious by then, and asked how she thought my mind worked, turns out she’s very very good because even though I’ve only known her since the beggining of this semester she was right on. How I think in images and concepts and have a lot of trouble with words.

It just feels a little weird because even since Debbie’s known I am going to Europe for the summer, she says I should try to find a job over there. Yochannah seems to agree too, I even dreamed one day how cool it would be if we both opened up our own little web design company together :) And now my teacher confirms it, and suggests I take my portfolio with me on my trip…

But… work visas… and that whole Montréal is already the center of the industry I want to work with… and leaving friends behind.

yay-arg!

Also, last night I talked for almost 2 hours on the phone (thanks Judith for having wasted hours of your time) and I said that even though I had the worst case of split ends since the history of mankind, I wasn’t cutting my hair since it would leave more liberty to the hairstylist whenif I ever get it cut.

What did I do two hours after having hung up the phone? Yup. I chopped 3 inches in about 5 scissor strokes. Impulsive moi? pfft