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i've begun drinking coffee again and also smoking maybe too much weed but that's okay, i figure they kind of cancel each other out. last night was positively amazing, i actually got some work done in a very mature manner because i made an actual study plan with breaks and everything, so i got stuff done and then also had time to make a brilliant magnetic poetry poem on 2615's fridge, dance to 80's hair metal and such hits as "boom boom boom", have an intense dance-off to the white stripes with matt (who totally kicked my ass, but only because apparently he's in better shape than i am (??) so while while he was still tearing it up at the end, i felt like i was going to vomit), smoked with everyone (including patrick, for whom it was the first time, which is a whole other story in itself--a story with captivating dialogue, entertaining plot twists, and a very happy ending!), watched matt's film 'smoker's choice' which is AMAZING and so well done and he's going to make fucking incredible movies when he gets famous and bigger budgets, had excellent conversations about juice boxes, and then watched r. kelly's 'trapped in a closet,' which is pretty much the most unfuckingbelivable thing i have ever seen. seriously, if you haven't seen it, you MUST. it is mindblowing in all sorts of different ways.
i finished the night off by returning to my apt. and reading an email from professor barnaby ruhe (aka one of my favorite human beings ever) which contained a lengthy summary of thursday's discussion about the point of art. i got into his class by the way, thanks to gallatin's wonderful 'permission to register' forms, and it is going to be amazing. more amazing than i even have time to discuss. i'm also taking drawing the figure and painting the figure, and marx and machiavelli with one professor george shulman--again, hurray--and i'm doing an independent study with my advisor that will consist of making giant intricate psychedelic mandalas and other mosaics out of skittles. and perhaps jelly bellies, if i want a more varied palette.
it's definitely time for to make another study plan because i'll be spending tonight doing a photo shoot. apparently, i'm going to be the poster girl for nyu's performance of the vagina monologues. i'm not even in it, things just sort of happened that way. it's quite possible that i am going to be naked. a strategically placed flower may very well take place. sometimes i can't believe myself.
i finished the night off by returning to my apt. and reading an email from professor barnaby ruhe (aka one of my favorite human beings ever) which contained a lengthy summary of thursday's discussion about the point of art. i got into his class by the way, thanks to gallatin's wonderful 'permission to register' forms, and it is going to be amazing. more amazing than i even have time to discuss. i'm also taking drawing the figure and painting the figure, and marx and machiavelli with one professor george shulman--again, hurray--and i'm doing an independent study with my advisor that will consist of making giant intricate psychedelic mandalas and other mosaics out of skittles. and perhaps jelly bellies, if i want a more varied palette.
it's definitely time for to make another study plan because i'll be spending tonight doing a photo shoot. apparently, i'm going to be the poster girl for nyu's performance of the vagina monologues. i'm not even in it, things just sort of happened that way. it's quite possible that i am going to be naked. a strategically placed flower may very well take place. sometimes i can't believe myself.