Purgarory is for Everyone!
SO...
Yesterday, I read Cloud of Sparrows.
Last night I was bored out of my mind, I love solitude, but after a few days of seeing next to nobody, you want to talk to someone. Peter came back, but then had to race out to find his friend (they found eachother) who came down for the weekend and got really confused by the bus system. Anyway, it was like uberdull, so I updated about that. Then, shortly afterward, Victoria knocked on my door. Victoria is an amazing person (she was the one that lent me the nail polish, for those of you at the con) In any event, about once a week, we have a Studio and Architecture Bitch Session (TM) durring which we bitch about studio and architecture, as well as talk about other things, such as the best way to de-stripe SUV's and how if you're rich, people may steal your silverware. I returned to my room, and Erin and Joel came by and Peter and his friend Travis and I all looked at Peter's Pictures of Paris. Erin told us some amusing stories about her thoghts about purgatory and how she once stood over a river of flowing shit. Then everyone left and Peter, Travis and I went to bed.
Then I had a dream that in order to make money to bring to Philly for food this weekend, I became a heroin dealer. I delt heroin out of some hotel that looked kinda like the Marriot that Katscon was at. Only Daniel and some guy were in the room, and kept stealing the herion and I had to hide it inside my drafting pens. Then I went out and when I came back, I found that some girl had written me a check for the heroin she bought. Then I was in studio and it was filled with stuff from Mr. Vogtman's room. My father was there, and he was a DEA agent, and warned me if I cashed the check, the government would know that I sold heroin. I attempted to go back to the hotel room, but got on the wrong elevator which had buttons all over the walls, but I couldn't find the one with the floor I was on on it because the buttons were all out of numerical order.
Then I woke up, showered, and have read some more cloud of sparrows. I also moved all the architecture books into my bookslelf and started filling out my calender for the rest of the school year (which is about two months...which includes all the random times I'm not at school).
I suddenly realised that I love my life and it is a beautiful thing and school is going by really fast.
Hope everyone has a lovely day!
Goals for today:
Read more Cloud of Sparrows.
Track down Erin, Becca, Christine...and any other random people on that list...
Clean out the middle desk drawer.
Clean out the middle dresser drawer.
Clean out the top desk drawer.
Clean the bookshelf dealie next to the door.
Start filling out the security clearence.
Relax.
Yesterday, I read Cloud of Sparrows.
Last night I was bored out of my mind, I love solitude, but after a few days of seeing next to nobody, you want to talk to someone. Peter came back, but then had to race out to find his friend (they found eachother) who came down for the weekend and got really confused by the bus system. Anyway, it was like uberdull, so I updated about that. Then, shortly afterward, Victoria knocked on my door. Victoria is an amazing person (she was the one that lent me the nail polish, for those of you at the con) In any event, about once a week, we have a Studio and Architecture Bitch Session (TM) durring which we bitch about studio and architecture, as well as talk about other things, such as the best way to de-stripe SUV's and how if you're rich, people may steal your silverware. I returned to my room, and Erin and Joel came by and Peter and his friend Travis and I all looked at Peter's Pictures of Paris. Erin told us some amusing stories about her thoghts about purgatory and how she once stood over a river of flowing shit. Then everyone left and Peter, Travis and I went to bed.
Then I had a dream that in order to make money to bring to Philly for food this weekend, I became a heroin dealer. I delt heroin out of some hotel that looked kinda like the Marriot that Katscon was at. Only Daniel and some guy were in the room, and kept stealing the herion and I had to hide it inside my drafting pens. Then I went out and when I came back, I found that some girl had written me a check for the heroin she bought. Then I was in studio and it was filled with stuff from Mr. Vogtman's room. My father was there, and he was a DEA agent, and warned me if I cashed the check, the government would know that I sold heroin. I attempted to go back to the hotel room, but got on the wrong elevator which had buttons all over the walls, but I couldn't find the one with the floor I was on on it because the buttons were all out of numerical order.
Then I woke up, showered, and have read some more cloud of sparrows. I also moved all the architecture books into my bookslelf and started filling out my calender for the rest of the school year (which is about two months...which includes all the random times I'm not at school).
I suddenly realised that I love my life and it is a beautiful thing and school is going by really fast.
Hope everyone has a lovely day!
Goals for today:
Read more Cloud of Sparrows.
Track down Erin, Becca, Christine...and any other random people on that list...
Clean out the middle desk drawer.
Clean out the middle dresser drawer.
Clean out the top desk drawer.
Clean the bookshelf dealie next to the door.
Start filling out the security clearence.
Relax.