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i think i failed this experiment. i realize that i don't remember moments, only events.
i dreamed today. i was making heads out of clay in a big empty gymnasium like place. i think i had to do 14 or so within a certain time frame. somehow emily shows up. she's cuter than usual and more open. i don't remember what happens afterwards.
between the (induced) highs and the occasional natural lows, i don't think much has happened.
me and marlan went to uptown whittier on friday to look for 70s clothes. he ended up needing to buy girl's jeans. huh
yesterday, i went to see a musical performance by the electric skin ensemble for a gallery opening in chinatown. fern had invited me along with this girl he knew from santa cruz and her cousin.
afterwards pat invited to his sister's friend's kickback with rich and andrea. i drew the both of em. andrea told me i have one style. so i tried doing some caricature. i think as an artist i am constantly striving towards self improvement. i am my worst critic. and that by itself is interesting. i think that's why i don't care much for art for art's sake. i would never be truly satisfied. that's why i'd rather make a story. i wouldn't care so much about the execution as much as i would about getting the story down.
ah well.
i was supposed to go on a roadtrip this weekend. gasprices make me sick.
i dreamed today. i was making heads out of clay in a big empty gymnasium like place. i think i had to do 14 or so within a certain time frame. somehow emily shows up. she's cuter than usual and more open. i don't remember what happens afterwards.
between the (induced) highs and the occasional natural lows, i don't think much has happened.
me and marlan went to uptown whittier on friday to look for 70s clothes. he ended up needing to buy girl's jeans. huh
yesterday, i went to see a musical performance by the electric skin ensemble for a gallery opening in chinatown. fern had invited me along with this girl he knew from santa cruz and her cousin.
afterwards pat invited to his sister's friend's kickback with rich and andrea. i drew the both of em. andrea told me i have one style. so i tried doing some caricature. i think as an artist i am constantly striving towards self improvement. i am my worst critic. and that by itself is interesting. i think that's why i don't care much for art for art's sake. i would never be truly satisfied. that's why i'd rather make a story. i wouldn't care so much about the execution as much as i would about getting the story down.
ah well.
i was supposed to go on a roadtrip this weekend. gasprices make me sick.