we dance to all the wrong songs
really fucking cold. the electric panel down here lets in cold air, so i can sit under the heating duct if i'm cold, but the room is icy. i don't know what to say about it. no sleep and no food gives you a weird feeling of centerlessness, like you have no body mass and are just kind of moving abstractedly. but i just had pizza and slept for three hours; it wears off a bit.
oh shit it's cold.
i've been doing a lot of watercolour pieces for art class, and while package #1 was due yesterday(tuesday), i'm still working on small one-technique demonstrations. it's tough for me to plan a picture around the actual painting, especially when the techniques she asks us to show are so terrible. Salt blooms? they honestly look like crap, i don't have to waste a piece of perfectly good watercolour paper to show you that. but whatever, guess i'm not paying for it, am i?
i still read all of my friends' journals. it's weird reading about the life of a person you've barely talked to in years maybe. but i think that's what i like about it. i like to know that everybody's human... ..
we're okay, right?
oh shit it's cold.
i've been doing a lot of watercolour pieces for art class, and while package #1 was due yesterday(tuesday), i'm still working on small one-technique demonstrations. it's tough for me to plan a picture around the actual painting, especially when the techniques she asks us to show are so terrible. Salt blooms? they honestly look like crap, i don't have to waste a piece of perfectly good watercolour paper to show you that. but whatever, guess i'm not paying for it, am i?
i still read all of my friends' journals. it's weird reading about the life of a person you've barely talked to in years maybe. but i think that's what i like about it. i like to know that everybody's human... ..
we're okay, right?