lets see, in the last week i...
applied to a studio program in newyork, didnt get accepted and got upset, realized that more than being bummed i was excited for all my friends who are going, had a good sculpture critique, realized im probably failing my goofy ass environmental design class, went with a friend on a weed run to a street in newtown that was surrounded by cops, tried to learn photoetching, got frustrated and threw my plate, did a line etching on and it turned out amazing, got encouragement from my printmaking and sculpture instructors, realized if i really needed to leave sarasota i could always do a simester at another artschool, served food not bombs with one other person, rode my bike, won an auction for a bike on ebay for my birthday, which is tomorrow, went to a newcollege party with more townies and ringling kids than id ever seen which ruled, had steeds bear explode in my face, got wacked in the eye by brads guitar, got a cowboy boot on top of my flipflopped toes, got thrown, developed a crush, danced harder than i have in a long time, realized im probably failing my lib arts classes, did some other shit...