Relearning how to paint

[joeman]

I'm sitting here in Digital Ink and Paint, and I'm learning how to make images/pictures into paintings. Cool shit. I'm convinced that the school pumps a sedative through their air-conditioning system to keep us tired, grumpy, and more easily managed. I didn't yawn all day until I steped foot into this building. So, I fucked up royally on my mid-term for this very class... yay... luckily it's only 15 percent of my grade, so I can still come back from such a folly. I fucked up by making a few small, stupid mistakes. Well, at least I'm not bored anymore. CJ is getting on my last nerve. He's here, he's gone, he's here, he's left his shit and cat at my house, he's gone! Now, he's back and professing that he's turning a new leaf (wow, havn't heard that a million fucking times before) and because he pissed of so many of his only true friends, I had to let him stay at my place until tomorrow morning when his mommy is coming to pick him and his shit up. If I hadn't let him stay on my couch he would have been sleeping on the street, and I'm too much a nice guy (dammit) to force him into the gutter. Needless to say, the best thing for him right now is to spend some time at home, spend some time with his mother whose heart he's constantly stamping on. Whatever, fuck him. I don't care what he does with his life as long as he stops inconviencing mine. Fuck, I've been painting all weekend long, and now I'm watching the teacher paint on the computer. Wonderful. Guess what I'm doing tomorrow morning? PAINTING!! I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining, because I'm really loving all this fine art after two years of consumer art. Ha! Class is out, and I'm going the fuck home, and drinkin some whiskey!

~Giggedy giggedy goo!