done walking with my regular shoes.

Finally, it's finished. Done Walking With My Regular Shoes is my new book and it's done, it's printed, it's bound and it's great. It feels like I have a baby. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was to check on the book, to see that everything was okay. My head was all soar from not getting enough sleep, but I had to check on it. The glue was dried, the pages looked alright, flipping the pages worked. And it makes me feel so proud. I'm super happy with it. I can't believe I've done it. The tutors will probably hate it, I'm sure. I'm sketch-book-Stina, right? I'm not supposed to deal with typography and photographs, it's too late to learn new things when you're a 3rd year student. I don't want to hand this in. Fuck final major projects! Fuck uni! I don't want to be associated with them, I wanna be Stingosaurus and do awesome things for the rest of my life. Just do what I love and screw everyone else. Is it okay to say that? Will anyone hire me or publish my work if I say what I really feel? I'm so done with tipping on my toes around people with "athority", just to not offend anyone or being afraid to be put in a possition where I don't get anything. I'm so done with being catagorized and do the same thing to other people. It makes me fucking upset and pissed off and I just want to be free from it. Right now my mind is end-of-project-blurry and this anger probably doesn't make any sense to you. It's partly what my book is about though, but being set in New York instead of crappy Carlisle, so perhaps you should read it. When things are getting a little less crazy around here, I think I'll put it on Lulu.com where people can actually buy the book. Let me know if you want to order a copy.