close calls
Funky day. Class at 9? Woke up at 10? what? Yeah. Field trip day too. I sure know how to pick em. I didnt freak out though, surprisingly enough. Called a girl in my class and found out they were all on their way to the subway to get to the modern art museum in queens. She gave me directions and i had to take the subway all by meself. Lemme tell ya the subways alone are a whole different brand of creepy. But somehow i made it to the museum in one un-mugged/raped/killed piece.
After class i stopped by a photo copier place but they didnt accept my kind of credit card (the bastards) so i left. And halfway back to my dorm i realized i left my drawing pad there. Oh balls. I speed walk back and find some guy standing there flipping through it and i was like "that's mine!" *yoink* He told me how he's an art teacher and that he would have been sad if it belonged to one of his students and that i should put my name and number in it in case that happens again. Even though most of the stuff in there is crap, i'm glad i got it back.
Later on i headed back out to my class building for the open studio which they have every monday and wednesday from 6 to 9pm. I didnt have any assignment i needed to do in there, i just felt like figure drawing and making a mess of myself with charcoal. And in the middle i got a call from someone that i really wanted to talk to and it made me feel much better than i have been feeling lately. :-D
After i was done with that i hit up virgin megastore for some new ear buds, got a cd, and a couple posters to make my walls here less nudey-like. I got a call from mom while i was in there and she asked if i was with some friends and i was like "nope... i never am." I told her it's "independence" but more to convince myself of that.
Final thoughts...
- my back fucking kills
- i need to shower
- i might have fucked up my roommates laptop
- our gay friend from down the hall was in here singing liz phair really loudly
- i'll try to wake up no later than 8 tomorrow
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After class i stopped by a photo copier place but they didnt accept my kind of credit card (the bastards) so i left. And halfway back to my dorm i realized i left my drawing pad there. Oh balls. I speed walk back and find some guy standing there flipping through it and i was like "that's mine!" *yoink* He told me how he's an art teacher and that he would have been sad if it belonged to one of his students and that i should put my name and number in it in case that happens again. Even though most of the stuff in there is crap, i'm glad i got it back.
Later on i headed back out to my class building for the open studio which they have every monday and wednesday from 6 to 9pm. I didnt have any assignment i needed to do in there, i just felt like figure drawing and making a mess of myself with charcoal. And in the middle i got a call from someone that i really wanted to talk to and it made me feel much better than i have been feeling lately. :-D
After i was done with that i hit up virgin megastore for some new ear buds, got a cd, and a couple posters to make my walls here less nudey-like. I got a call from mom while i was in there and she asked if i was with some friends and i was like "nope... i never am." I told her it's "independence" but more to convince myself of that.
Final thoughts...
- my back fucking kills
- i need to shower
- i might have fucked up my roommates laptop
- our gay friend from down the hall was in here singing liz phair really loudly
- i'll try to wake up no later than 8 tomorrow
end