Yesterday was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Or spreadable cheese.
Not only did I get to see yummy, yummy Ok Go (have I mentioned yet that Damien Kulash grows sexier by the hour? I found him cute before. Now he is a full fledged sexy rock star), but I happened upon a great bookstore owned by a fascinating lady (the veritable design institution: Another Man’s Poison – I could disappear into it’s stacks never to be seen again) , and cemented my plans to apply to OCAD (as it’s admissions staff just so conveniently happened to be at the college fair, at the convention centre, a block away from the offices of the walrus).
OCAD even told me with my experience, I might even get an advanced placement (if my portfolio is up to snuff of course).
And so, I must retreat to the drawing table. If only I had one.
I’ve got to get on this portfolio thing. I’ve been contemplating it for quite some time now, but deadlines are drawing ever closer. November for some workshops, and February for the final interviews.
On top of it all, I am starting to feel like moving to Toronto is a bright and shining reality. I don’t feel like a suburbanite tourist in the downtown anymore. I feel like I’m moments away from making it my home.