Nothing Creative Today

Right now my future looks like this.

Sept-Nov. Apply to graduate school
Dec. Wait... wait... Christmas and all that
Jan. Turn 25, Self-medicate and cry. Wait wait
Feb. Wait... Wait...
March: Hear back from said schools. (You hear back in March right? who knows)

Scenario 1:

Dear Mallory,
Thanks for the $75 dollar application fee. We used it to buy lunch. Do you like Thai Food? We do. Thanks for applying, your work is mediocre, your "curatorial experience" is amateur at best, and we're pretty sure you have a hygiene problem.

All the best,
Your hopes and dreams.

At this point, the girls will bring me some tagalong ice cream, Jeremy and Becca will throw me a BSE, and I will continue living in my mom's basement, as a lowly item processor.


Scenario 2:

Dear Mallory,

Congratulations! You have been accepted to such and such school! Since you are so incredible, we've decided to pay off all of your debts, waive your tuition, and give you a $200,000.00/semester stipend to cover your living expenses.

Hope you're excited to obliterate your social life! Say "good-bye!" to your friends family and significant other! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to further your career, and that's all life is to you right? Being a sucessful student, employee and all that jazz?

One more minor thing, after moving here, graduating, and finding a job, you'll probably never return to Utah, except to visit. I know that's what you've always wanted, but is it really? You should know that we don't have a local version of the Crown Burger, or the Republican.

Cant wait to see you!
Your future.


Internet, I'm freaking out.

Greetings from Chicago!


I'm spending the next few days out here with my good pal Marci, checking out some grad schools. Internet, I'm scared shitless. Daydreaming about picking up everything and moving away to a big city has become a constant in my life, but now that I am actually here, actually perusing it, I'm terrified. While I know that I will never feel satisfied professionally in Salt Lake, I worry that I'll never find the same social interaction anywhere else.

I'll be touring Columbia College on Thursday, and The Art Institute of Chicago on Friday. Everything feels a little more real, and I think I need a cigarette.

I hate everything.