school skeet skeet!
my drawing and composition is the stuff i could scholastically rub one out to. if you catch my drift. on the syllabus, it pretty much says we're allowed to draw and do whatever the fuck we want, and when we find a niche we're comfortable in, he's gonna guide us through it. man, ive been waiting for a class like this, an art class thats actually like a motherfucking art class! the instructor said he was going to have models come in, but "they are only there should you feel the need that day to draw figures." how fucking tight is that?
this warmish weather is such a tease, i know in my bones theres some wooly mammoth ice storm gonna come and entomb the city.
for the past week, my apartment has been spotless. amazingly, lazy ass chris and eric are making their minimal effort to maintain the order. its cool coming home to a clean crib. it doesnt fuck up your chi.
i wish john would finish constructing his kitchen or whatever the hell it is he's doing, i wanna finish this tattoo.
i hate paying for tuition, the government should be doing this shit.
back to the gym.
this warmish weather is such a tease, i know in my bones theres some wooly mammoth ice storm gonna come and entomb the city.
for the past week, my apartment has been spotless. amazingly, lazy ass chris and eric are making their minimal effort to maintain the order. its cool coming home to a clean crib. it doesnt fuck up your chi.
i wish john would finish constructing his kitchen or whatever the hell it is he's doing, i wanna finish this tattoo.
i hate paying for tuition, the government should be doing this shit.
back to the gym.