my blogging days are probably over from here on out. its not so much my thing. well maybe someday I will continue to write in one, but I much prefer a journal, you know, something tangible. I feel like I get my thoughts across better that way. maybe its because I am a slow typer…
I forgot to post something pretty funny that happened when I went to Radford for Quadfest. My friend chris who we went to visit up there had been drinking since like 11 in the morning. needless to say dude was pretty gone. later, at about midnight, some guy at his frat house starts running off with this statue of dopey TKE keeps on the stairs. Chris goes running after it (it was pouring down rain and extremely slippery), falls flat on his face, and busts his eyebrow up really bad on some jutting rocks that were near the sidewalk in front of the house. so chris is bleeding everywhere, still really intoxicated. we decide to take him to the hospital because the cut looks really gross. its a good thing we did because he ends up needing 16 stitches. Next day he looks like quasi modo, you know, hunchback of Notre Dame. His eyebroe swelled up to the size of a melon. It was nuts.
to say, to feel. I feel nothingness all the time and I cant figure out how to get out of this state. what can i do to stimulate myself? GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Bad day. to say the least. rain sucks. got drenched today..some bullshit, but anyway, didnt really do much other than mope today. Oh, but I did get the call from the guy who is going to do an interview with me about the murals. Meeting up with him tommorrow to get pictures and video. apparently, there is going to be some amount of video stuff online with the article. pretty cool shit i guess. I’m glad now that I did follow up with this little project. kinda proud.
Cant wait to be outta here at this point. Anything but AFO. Almost done! Although i did kinda mess up this semester; i have to take art history 104 in the summer. my alarm clock didnt go off on exam day. Fuck. and fuck again. I think i figured out finally that I want to major in painting and minor in psych. k, gotta go do a powerpoint thingy for surface.
Man I havent written in this thing in forever… its gonna be kinda short too cause i dont have much time to devote to this post right now. Spending a lot of time debating on which major I should choose..do I continue with the art, or go on to something else I may be interested in like psychology? god, i am having a hard time here with all these damn life descisions i seems to be making right on the spot. imean sure ive had my whole life to think about it i guess, but it all has just come up really fast, it seems. also GOTTA find a place to live dammit. too much shit to do. staying up all night writing this 2nd draft I have not yet started on in earnest will probably not help my work ethic tommorrow. maaaan all i wanted to do today was sleep. and i didnt even get the chance to take even a small nap. sucks. aderall i need you bad.cavecunts
Today was also known as judgement day. you art kids know what I am talking about. dreaded portfolio day. I struggled and toiled and got depressed and procrastinated and worked my ass off for this one day, to turn in my work for entry into a specific department. hopefully it will be the painting dept. or at least sculpture..who knows. I am semi confident i will get into one of those. but hell yeah dont have to worry as much anymore. thats over with. Luckily for me I had some awesome friends who stayed up with me those nights, helping me stay sane and helping me with the online crap that im absolutely no good at. I owe Tenzin my life right now. My boyfriends roomate brought home a puppy yesterday. she was found in an abandoned barn so she is kinda scruffy, but absolutely freakin adorable. the weird part about this though is he is treating her like she is a human child. He plays her classical music when she sleeps and when he isnt there to play with her. I think he is strange. but maybe this dog will be like an Einstein puppy or something…….
overwhelmed. I am overtired and non-productive. all i want to do is smoke ciggarettes and wait for warmer days. meanwhile I am recieving pressure from all sides it seems. I’ve got two projects and a research paper due on portfolio day. work, work, work this weekend. Plus, the parents want me home this weekend which means i have to transport all my shit back and forth to work on at home. My friend’s father just passed away, so gotta get up early and head to his funeral tommorrow morning. oh, and to top all that off, my best friend is being a complete bitch to me because i wont go and party with her and my other friend in Philly this weekend. I’m sorry, but instead of drinking my liver away and reveling at Temple, i will be attending a funeral and attempting to have some kind of work ethic for the next two days i dont have classes. I’m freaking out about getting into my department as it is, and I try to explain this to her but it seems she’s not even listening or comprehending all the meaning and importance behind what I have to do for the next week. HELLO! WHAT I”M DOING AT THIS JUNCTURE REQUIRES MY FULL ATTENTION AND FOCUS FOR IT IS PRETTY DAMN IMPORTANT TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH THIS NEXT PART OF ART SCHOOL IF I WANT TO GET A DAMN DEGREE. What the hell does she think I’ve been doin with my life all this time? twidling my goddamn thumbs? maybe painting some pretty little pictures here and there. FUCK. she doesnt fucking get it. art school aint like that. it can be like boot camp for art kids. TRY THIS: stay up all night working on a project. next day, you have to write a 5 page paper, so no sleep for you. then treck to and from bowe street several times that day in a zombie like trance attending your 3 hour classes.There’s a crit in one-look forward to people bullshitting about your artwork. oh and forget any form of nourishment that isnt a bag of chips from the vending machines. go home feeling barely alive and eat some nasty shafer food. then try to sleep and have the people who live above you in your dorm fucking making noises at 2, 3, and 4 in the morning. It sounds like they are re-arranging their dormroom everynight at this wonderfully opportune time of night.
ok, im done. fick.
the break is over. im depressed as hell. fuck. monday. nooooooo. didnt even get to do much, painted some more for the restaurant owner I had been working for, but thats about it. the bf was in florida with his boys, its was wierd how much i missed him. i guess cause normally its me who leaves for new and exciting adventures and he stays at home. i was extremely jealous, but i did get to chill with my best friends alot over the break. St. patty’s day parties and such. a lil hookah here and there,-our revered tradition when we’re together. now hes back and im gonna kill him already. no, but really he was sweet and brought me seashells and a new purse. so sweet. tonight we ate at PF Changs’ and i am still so full. that food is so ballin’ i can hardly contain myself when i go there. Candied walnut honeydew shrimp. fucking AMAZING. oh and zack was telling me about all the times in florida where he’d be sitting on the beach(a private setup with much alcohol and clear blue water. the pictures look like damn postcards) and he’d see huge sharks like 20 feet from shore, just jumping out of the water with a fish in its mouth. he said him and brandon were throwin a frisbee around and it landed in the water, and right then a shark torpedoes out of the water. they look at each other and are like, NO FUCKING WAY AM I GETTING THAT SHIT! lol i didnt know the waters were that infested down there but apparently its prettty bad. He was saying they’d see multiple sharks a day.. f that.
I had a relatively nice, drama-free weekend for a change. Saturday night I went out to a club called Kobe that I had never been to before with my roommate, my boyfriend, his roommate, and a bunch of others we met up with there. They had really sweet music there and a different atmosphere…so, overall, I approve. lol. I also got to go and ride this weekend which was nice; i miss horses sooo much. I ended up riding 3 different horses. The girls I was riding with decided we should play musical horses. so we did and now I dont think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow. f. sorenesss..well, exhaustion is taking hold, so..later
