sentimental as a cat's grave
I'm antsy and annoyed by a lot of people and it's all completely unjustified and I know it. It's because I feel trapped.
This entry will probably require a lot of polysyndentons.
I'm so sick of all of this thick-headed bullshit everyone's pulling. We had a critique today in drawing and we got into this god-awful discussion about "what is art" and what constitutes art, and what the relationship between an artist and the art they make should be. It was sick. Everyone just uses the same buzz words and empty phrases that really have no sentimentality or meaning whatsoever. We had to read this long article for sculpture about dolls and odors. The section he gave us to read was harping on Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Any way I say this without a multitude of examples it will sound like I'm brushing it off, but in short I don't think the lack of a realistic-smelling peeing, defecating and menstruating doll is a bad thing. Those are not pleasant scents.
I spent the weekend downtown climbing on shit.
Highschool residence life staff is fucking ridiculous and I hope they all die in a fiery pit together, picking each other apart trying to get out.
My body feels gross and foreign and gross and gross and SICK.
I lost my coffee-maker.
I need a change of scenery again.
No air conditioning in dorms. Fucking hot.
Tired.
I want to go outside and sleep in the grass.
This entry will probably require a lot of polysyndentons.
I'm so sick of all of this thick-headed bullshit everyone's pulling. We had a critique today in drawing and we got into this god-awful discussion about "what is art" and what constitutes art, and what the relationship between an artist and the art they make should be. It was sick. Everyone just uses the same buzz words and empty phrases that really have no sentimentality or meaning whatsoever. We had to read this long article for sculpture about dolls and odors. The section he gave us to read was harping on Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Any way I say this without a multitude of examples it will sound like I'm brushing it off, but in short I don't think the lack of a realistic-smelling peeing, defecating and menstruating doll is a bad thing. Those are not pleasant scents.
I spent the weekend downtown climbing on shit.
Highschool residence life staff is fucking ridiculous and I hope they all die in a fiery pit together, picking each other apart trying to get out.
My body feels gross and foreign and gross and gross and SICK.
I lost my coffee-maker.
I need a change of scenery again.
No air conditioning in dorms. Fucking hot.
Tired.
I want to go outside and sleep in the grass.