OMG! An actual post? Not a little quip but an actual post?
Yup, after several months of barely doing anything with this blog, I’m finally forcing myself to sit down and write a few entries. (Not wanting to do homework helps too) Somethings have obviously changed since my last full blown entry, such as the Ranting of a Fangirl’s domain switch. The old domain is now my personal art site. (Feel free to check it out, I do commissions [link]) Also the addition of the blogs Twitter account (RantingFangirl). And to be frank, that all I’ve had the motivation to do the past several months, besides the obviously little quips I’ve posted.
Summer had not been friendly to me, artistically speaking. I don’t know, there’s just something about being back home in Omaha for the summer that just keeps me from having the motivation to just sit and write/draw something. Having my soul sucked out almost daily in the world of retail didn’t really help either. Don’t get me wrong, I liked my job enough, just in the end, it was very physically and mentally draining.
Though this summer wasn’t a total loss. Got to see some awesome movies this summer (Reviews may pop up later) and I was able to sit and do some drawings, the line art of which is posted on my personal art site. Summer was also a good chance to get my nerd on, so to speak. My movie collection has grown considerably since I returned home. I was also finally given the chance to sit and level my undead fire mage on World of Warcraft. I had gotten a trail account over a year ago, but due to financial constraints, I wasn’t able to upgrade to a full account until the beginning of this past summer. I was even able to upgrade to Burning Crusade thanks to the generosity of a friend, as well as creating two new characters, a female Tauren Druid who specs in restoration, and a female Blood Elf hunter, both on Thunderlord server. I am seriously considering moving my mage from her current home on Rivendare server, but I would like a steady job before I do that.
Either way, the lack of artistic motivation contrasts greatly with the summer of my youth. Days spent galavanting with friends, free from the confines of the hallways of my school, free to endeavor on any artistic venture I wanted to beings I had all the time in the world. No more. Now my summers consist of me working part time in a grocery store while my spare time is spent hanging out with friends I haven’t seen for several months. Summer also consists of giving up the freedoms I had back in college. Hanging out with friends my father would have otherwise disapproved of, staying out as late as I wanted, or otherwise making my own decisions about my life. Coming home, all that goes away. I am expected home every night by one in the morning, and a lot of my decision making is still filtered by the decisions my parents make for me. To be honest, the only reasons I willing make the four hour plane ride from Savannah to Omaha biannual basis is to see my mother, see my Nebraska friends, to work (I’m guaranteed a job in Omaha, I haven’t had any luck in Savannah) and most importantly, I have access to my car. Otherwise, I’m happiest away.
I have found my zen in Savannah, I feel more at home here. Omaha just honestly no longer feels like home, but a place I am required to live at for four months out of the year. To be honest, I’m surprised I was able to get myself to drawn anything this summer. I guess it was that little nagging voice in the back of my head, saying that if I didn’t do something creative, I would go crazy. So some drawings got done, yet I just did not have the time nor the drive to color them.
Bottom line: I was ready to go back to Savannah. I missed my school friends, I missed the daily walks through the squares, I even miss the insane amounts of schoolwork. I’m done with Nebraska, and I’m ready to move on. Graduation at the end of the year will not come fast enough for me.
