Time waits for nobody
My latest art piece is gnarly.
I'm considering moving to Michigan for the summer with Kimber. If I can't land a sweet internship at an ad agency here, that is.
I'm quite sick, but I have an appointment to speak with a transfer admissions officer tommorrow at Christopher Newport, but I don't really want to pass that up because it took me a while to get this appointment and I don't have a whole lot of time for these sorts of things. Three hours of driving, here I come. That's a huge amount of music, comrades! Also, this whole ordeal will necessitate a huge amount of Ibuprofen.
It has occurred to me that the only time I ever have nightmares are when I'm feverish and sickly. They're always art-related too: I keep running into insurmountable problems while trying to create some piece and I hate the outcome and no matter what I try, I am never able to improve it.
I see Guster next week and go to Canada in a smidgen more than two months.
Some dental hoodlums are taking my wisdom teeth out in a couple of weeks. Jerks.
I'm considering moving to Michigan for the summer with Kimber. If I can't land a sweet internship at an ad agency here, that is.
I'm quite sick, but I have an appointment to speak with a transfer admissions officer tommorrow at Christopher Newport, but I don't really want to pass that up because it took me a while to get this appointment and I don't have a whole lot of time for these sorts of things. Three hours of driving, here I come. That's a huge amount of music, comrades! Also, this whole ordeal will necessitate a huge amount of Ibuprofen.
It has occurred to me that the only time I ever have nightmares are when I'm feverish and sickly. They're always art-related too: I keep running into insurmountable problems while trying to create some piece and I hate the outcome and no matter what I try, I am never able to improve it.
I see Guster next week and go to Canada in a smidgen more than two months.
Some dental hoodlums are taking my wisdom teeth out in a couple of weeks. Jerks.