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hey kids.
i realized i should update this because people like emilia hodal and emma orelove and everyone else who does not live within a subway stop should still be informed of the complete nonsence that has been occurring over the past three weeks.
my dorm is the ishnasty.
my friends at the dorm=emma (lived in solar power house in vermont with no tv and is a film major) and tarah (rhymes with sarah). i love them.
my RAs= tall blonde supermodel named liesel & a DQ (dragqueen) named brendan.
me and emma are going to start doing some intense classes here at the Y, one of which is called "funky latin low".
SHUT UPPPP RIIIIIGHHTT!!
anyway classes are the bomb.com, my drawing teacher is 129038120398129038 years old, studied under albers, was classmates with rauschenberg, and tought keith herring. my painting teacher is kind of like a jewish joan crawford except dresses like she's from AZ, which she's not. my scuplty t is like a 50 year old white dude with dreads down to his ass and really is fucking the shiz. last homework assignment i spend over 6 hjours gluing rhinestones to a plunger. goodtimes.
um if it wasnt for roberto bermejo i would be the starvzorz. he is the bestbestbestbestbestbestbestbest times 1231230981240919-302930849234729384.
everyone in new york is super cute, not only in japanese but in english too. its all good though cause after feeling awful for five seconds you get over it.
im still not used to the sound of things being blown up and shiz at 7 am. that still gets me man.
so yeah, i am really poor and i need a job like a beast. i only have 100 bucks a week to buy anything i need outside of text books and art supplies. in no way is that enough money espically cause i gotta eat teh lunchzorz in the city. whatevz.
i have seen the spink like 3 times and he is always mad busy and snarkin on the NYU kidz.
uhhh. anyway i really miss ehodal and chillen at hur house. that is like, the only thing i ever wanna do ever.
when ppl ask me what va is like. thats what i think of. sittin on the hood of my car (rip) sippin on the G&J (tea) and watchin shit do nothin'.
sigh/
i realized i should update this because people like emilia hodal and emma orelove and everyone else who does not live within a subway stop should still be informed of the complete nonsence that has been occurring over the past three weeks.
my dorm is the ishnasty.
my friends at the dorm=emma (lived in solar power house in vermont with no tv and is a film major) and tarah (rhymes with sarah). i love them.
my RAs= tall blonde supermodel named liesel & a DQ (dragqueen) named brendan.
me and emma are going to start doing some intense classes here at the Y, one of which is called "funky latin low".
SHUT UPPPP RIIIIIGHHTT!!
anyway classes are the bomb.com, my drawing teacher is 129038120398129038 years old, studied under albers, was classmates with rauschenberg, and tought keith herring. my painting teacher is kind of like a jewish joan crawford except dresses like she's from AZ, which she's not. my scuplty t is like a 50 year old white dude with dreads down to his ass and really is fucking the shiz. last homework assignment i spend over 6 hjours gluing rhinestones to a plunger. goodtimes.
um if it wasnt for roberto bermejo i would be the starvzorz. he is the bestbestbestbestbestbestbestbest times 1231230981240919-302930849234729384.
everyone in new york is super cute, not only in japanese but in english too. its all good though cause after feeling awful for five seconds you get over it.
im still not used to the sound of things being blown up and shiz at 7 am. that still gets me man.
so yeah, i am really poor and i need a job like a beast. i only have 100 bucks a week to buy anything i need outside of text books and art supplies. in no way is that enough money espically cause i gotta eat teh lunchzorz in the city. whatevz.
i have seen the spink like 3 times and he is always mad busy and snarkin on the NYU kidz.
uhhh. anyway i really miss ehodal and chillen at hur house. that is like, the only thing i ever wanna do ever.
when ppl ask me what va is like. thats what i think of. sittin on the hood of my car (rip) sippin on the G&J (tea) and watchin shit do nothin'.
sigh/