stale entry, dream
josh needs to get off his ass.
i need to walk over to the film building to pick up my books. but reading the news is so much more time consuming.
i saw my parents today. we had lunch at the senior luncheon. i sat at a table with people i haven't seen since firstyearseminar. it was somewhat intimidating. i shot with my mother. i shot my mother. i shot my father and he shot the two of us though he only used a still camera while i set my camera on a monopod. my mother shot me.
i don't know if it's going to turn out to be any good.
i'm now trying to locate a good belly model for my senior project. i bought some washable paint for it.
i need to make inqueries.
BORIS is performing at the old gym but i was too late to get in line for the 120 max capacity show.
ah diddums.
i'm going to go to the film building, maybe visit gahagan. study.
boring saturday night makes me sad not because i seek to destroy my brain and body as rapidly as possible but because it's depressing to spend four hours in one's room reading the newspapers from the 1800s.
also, I officially hate my requirement classes.
i'm enjoying the proust, the readings aren't bad. but it gets in the way of what i know i have to do.
at least my midterms are over and my meetings with les and marie went suprisingly well. I keep panicking and they keep telling me that i'm doing well. one can only conclude that i have an inability for self evaluation and a propensity for self criticism.
ah diddums. more scripting and reading tonight i predict. i predict more scripting and reading tonight.
this was an uninspired blog entry.
dream: i watch myself wheeled in stiff as if made of plastic and surgeons pop me open like a mattel toy, they remove colored blocks which apparently function as my internal organs. my teeth are extracted but that is normal and fleshy/boney. someone loses a pair of keys in the bushes. overcast weather.
i need to walk over to the film building to pick up my books. but reading the news is so much more time consuming.
i saw my parents today. we had lunch at the senior luncheon. i sat at a table with people i haven't seen since firstyearseminar. it was somewhat intimidating. i shot with my mother. i shot my mother. i shot my father and he shot the two of us though he only used a still camera while i set my camera on a monopod. my mother shot me.
i don't know if it's going to turn out to be any good.
i'm now trying to locate a good belly model for my senior project. i bought some washable paint for it.
i need to make inqueries.
BORIS is performing at the old gym but i was too late to get in line for the 120 max capacity show.
ah diddums.
i'm going to go to the film building, maybe visit gahagan. study.
boring saturday night makes me sad not because i seek to destroy my brain and body as rapidly as possible but because it's depressing to spend four hours in one's room reading the newspapers from the 1800s.
also, I officially hate my requirement classes.
i'm enjoying the proust, the readings aren't bad. but it gets in the way of what i know i have to do.
at least my midterms are over and my meetings with les and marie went suprisingly well. I keep panicking and they keep telling me that i'm doing well. one can only conclude that i have an inability for self evaluation and a propensity for self criticism.
ah diddums. more scripting and reading tonight i predict. i predict more scripting and reading tonight.
this was an uninspired blog entry.
dream: i watch myself wheeled in stiff as if made of plastic and surgeons pop me open like a mattel toy, they remove colored blocks which apparently function as my internal organs. my teeth are extracted but that is normal and fleshy/boney. someone loses a pair of keys in the bushes. overcast weather.