auto savannah
i'm sitting at a mac and typing to my friends. i'm tired and starting to crave the granny apple and corn muffins mikie made. too bad he's down at the other set of computers.
some of the artwork on display here is fucking ugly as all hell. you would think that an art school would have standards. should i just piss in a glass, taint it with food coloring, spill in it on a canvas and claim it's abstract body watercolours? i think it would sell. some of this shit has price tags.
"but really, it's from me! you can't get any more personal with a work of art than i have!" maybe except to fuck it raw.
because it's cold as fuck up in cleveland, i had to wear my winter stuff onto the flights down here. big coat, scarf cat made me and the beret my mom wore. cat's laughing at me because i brought a beret to savannah. she's telling me i should snap my fingers and wear all black. she's laughing at me for having a beret at an art school. i'm not wearing the god damned thing here now! i mean, come on! i'm not THAT ghey!
i'm in love with the spanish moss and i've seen plenty of dear. the greenery and the parks are just breathtaking and i haven't seen much because neither of us have any money, but we're gonna drive around later and i want to see the beach.
i got a tour to go to in 90 minutes. gonna take me around the school and show me things. this place is crazy. like i said to my friends, it's like somebody jacked off onto a map of this city and l the splatters fall where they may, and that is where they turned the buildings into the school. i wish it was one main campus, but noooooooo. my fat ass is gonna drop right off with all the walking and the student diet. beans and sneakers are going to be an important part of daily life.
i got my transcripts with me and my portfolio. i realized my father and i made a mistake on the cds i brought, so it's missing on image cause i wasn't thinking and was in too much of a hurry and didn't just fricking relax while putting it all together. at least it looks awesome.
it's really beautiful here. i can't emphasize that enough. i really am in love.
i did have a dream about me splitting into two people and one of me got robbed while the other me was with my family at a fair eating candy apples. the first me woke up in the street with my wallet missing and wondering what the fuck happened. i remember going into my apartment building and going to a party the sorority girls were having and they passed me a crack pipe. that's when i blacked out and got robbed. by fucking bimbo blondes smoking crack! can you believe that shit? ROBBED!
i look lame, i'm wearing this giant sticker that says VISITOR. it's like proclaiming to the world "rob me! i want to go to an expensive school so i could possibly have money!" good thing i don't. ha! take that impoverished and desperate america! you can't take from me what i don't have!
i worry a lot. i think it's part of my mental condition. i'm not as paranoid as i was before. thinking people could hear my thoughts and stuff like that. that's mostly gone, but the worrying, holy shit that's exploded. i'm nervous almost ALL of the time. shakey hands and thoughts like "i'm gonna get mugged" when i step outside or "i'm going to get in a car crash and die" as i get into somebody's four wheeled metal machines, so i buckle up as quick as i can. it don't matter who's driving or where. i could be on a fricking bus and think we're going to get rammed from the side of the thing! i mean, jeezus cryst i can't stop worrying.
i think once i get out of the house in cleveland and become really active and get involved with people and interact and stretch my mind and challenge myself, most of that will go away. at least that is what i'm hoping. that the worrying and the nervousness just piss away like there is no tomorrow. that and all this fucking weight i put on could piss off too, for all i give a damn. fuck a bunch of that shit. stupid weight.
the asain next to me s singing in his... uhm... moontalk. i have NO clue what this kid is singing or what language. but he's digging it and that is what's cool. dude, he's like, totally getting down now. he's practically dancing! he's doing the chair dancing i used to do all the time, but he's thrashing about like he's having a fit of the twitches.
i think i just might like it here. i just need to get used to it. i want seafood but don't have the cash for the prices here. i wanna wear spanish moss on my head and that just might keep the crazies with knives away.
speaking of which, i am gonna try to open up a PayPal account. i don’t want x-mas presents this year, i would like some cash. i’m gonna save up all my cash for the move down here. i estimate about 2 grand for the moving truck, the gas for the truck, the rent, the deposit, the pet deposit and food until i get financial aid (if i get that much) money to pay for the rest of the semester. ideally i would want 3k for all of that and then books and supplies, but that is a WHOLE lot of money. but yeah, every little bit helps. A dollar or two here and there instead of x-mas presents, give x-mas cheer!
Oh, by the way, while i'm here, i’m taking pictures again. isn't that the greatest thing?
that asain kid is now singing all high pitched and shit. it's cracking me up. i think i love the guy.
some of the artwork on display here is fucking ugly as all hell. you would think that an art school would have standards. should i just piss in a glass, taint it with food coloring, spill in it on a canvas and claim it's abstract body watercolours? i think it would sell. some of this shit has price tags.
"but really, it's from me! you can't get any more personal with a work of art than i have!" maybe except to fuck it raw.
because it's cold as fuck up in cleveland, i had to wear my winter stuff onto the flights down here. big coat, scarf cat made me and the beret my mom wore. cat's laughing at me because i brought a beret to savannah. she's telling me i should snap my fingers and wear all black. she's laughing at me for having a beret at an art school. i'm not wearing the god damned thing here now! i mean, come on! i'm not THAT ghey!
i'm in love with the spanish moss and i've seen plenty of dear. the greenery and the parks are just breathtaking and i haven't seen much because neither of us have any money, but we're gonna drive around later and i want to see the beach.
i got a tour to go to in 90 minutes. gonna take me around the school and show me things. this place is crazy. like i said to my friends, it's like somebody jacked off onto a map of this city and l the splatters fall where they may, and that is where they turned the buildings into the school. i wish it was one main campus, but noooooooo. my fat ass is gonna drop right off with all the walking and the student diet. beans and sneakers are going to be an important part of daily life.
i got my transcripts with me and my portfolio. i realized my father and i made a mistake on the cds i brought, so it's missing on image cause i wasn't thinking and was in too much of a hurry and didn't just fricking relax while putting it all together. at least it looks awesome.
it's really beautiful here. i can't emphasize that enough. i really am in love.
i did have a dream about me splitting into two people and one of me got robbed while the other me was with my family at a fair eating candy apples. the first me woke up in the street with my wallet missing and wondering what the fuck happened. i remember going into my apartment building and going to a party the sorority girls were having and they passed me a crack pipe. that's when i blacked out and got robbed. by fucking bimbo blondes smoking crack! can you believe that shit? ROBBED!
i look lame, i'm wearing this giant sticker that says VISITOR. it's like proclaiming to the world "rob me! i want to go to an expensive school so i could possibly have money!" good thing i don't. ha! take that impoverished and desperate america! you can't take from me what i don't have!
i worry a lot. i think it's part of my mental condition. i'm not as paranoid as i was before. thinking people could hear my thoughts and stuff like that. that's mostly gone, but the worrying, holy shit that's exploded. i'm nervous almost ALL of the time. shakey hands and thoughts like "i'm gonna get mugged" when i step outside or "i'm going to get in a car crash and die" as i get into somebody's four wheeled metal machines, so i buckle up as quick as i can. it don't matter who's driving or where. i could be on a fricking bus and think we're going to get rammed from the side of the thing! i mean, jeezus cryst i can't stop worrying.
i think once i get out of the house in cleveland and become really active and get involved with people and interact and stretch my mind and challenge myself, most of that will go away. at least that is what i'm hoping. that the worrying and the nervousness just piss away like there is no tomorrow. that and all this fucking weight i put on could piss off too, for all i give a damn. fuck a bunch of that shit. stupid weight.
the asain next to me s singing in his... uhm... moontalk. i have NO clue what this kid is singing or what language. but he's digging it and that is what's cool. dude, he's like, totally getting down now. he's practically dancing! he's doing the chair dancing i used to do all the time, but he's thrashing about like he's having a fit of the twitches.
i think i just might like it here. i just need to get used to it. i want seafood but don't have the cash for the prices here. i wanna wear spanish moss on my head and that just might keep the crazies with knives away.
speaking of which, i am gonna try to open up a PayPal account. i don’t want x-mas presents this year, i would like some cash. i’m gonna save up all my cash for the move down here. i estimate about 2 grand for the moving truck, the gas for the truck, the rent, the deposit, the pet deposit and food until i get financial aid (if i get that much) money to pay for the rest of the semester. ideally i would want 3k for all of that and then books and supplies, but that is a WHOLE lot of money. but yeah, every little bit helps. A dollar or two here and there instead of x-mas presents, give x-mas cheer!
Oh, by the way, while i'm here, i’m taking pictures again. isn't that the greatest thing?
that asain kid is now singing all high pitched and shit. it's cracking me up. i think i love the guy.