Tickled neon pink.
I've got me a class, I've got me a class!! Against my dismal track record getting art classes I want lately, I snagged a good 'un. The premise: we work on whatever the hell we want, focusing on getting the best quality work we possibly can to present to the class every two weeks, ultimately making a kickass portfolio by the end to show off to *gasp* the REAL world.
90% self motivation here. Anyone that knows me well enough is guffawing in my general direction; I SUCK ASS at getting off my lazy butt, even to do something fun like drawing. I've fucked myself over in this area more times than I can count.
This is it, then. This is my final, my truly last of the last class at Western. I can afford only one. And it's with the cool walrus-man professor who talks slowly but with a seriousness that gets my mind racing. I've got a million ideas and a firey tiger inside of me waiting to go all art-geek on everybody nearby. It's.. well, I must say it's rather awesome.
And I'm not gonna fuck it up again.
...goodbye, WOW. It's gonna be a bittersweet quarter. *sniff*
90% self motivation here. Anyone that knows me well enough is guffawing in my general direction; I SUCK ASS at getting off my lazy butt, even to do something fun like drawing. I've fucked myself over in this area more times than I can count.
This is it, then. This is my final, my truly last of the last class at Western. I can afford only one. And it's with the cool walrus-man professor who talks slowly but with a seriousness that gets my mind racing. I've got a million ideas and a firey tiger inside of me waiting to go all art-geek on everybody nearby. It's.. well, I must say it's rather awesome.
And I'm not gonna fuck it up again.
...goodbye, WOW. It's gonna be a bittersweet quarter. *sniff*