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A little less than two weeks ago, I bought two canvases, some oil paints, and two brushes. Tonight, I began my first endeavor with that, and painted the vast backgrounds of two hills: one large and in the foreground, and the other in the distance, and it is drying so I can get back to it and script the bottom with "this is the place you end up when you lose the chase, where you're dragged against your will from a basement on the hill" and finish the rest with the fine brush. It was actually really, really enjoyable. I guess I was feeling a little artistic today, because earlier in the day I sat for a solid hour, messing with filters and wacky modifications in Paintshop Pro. The end result of that hour was sixty-some pictures, all originating from one frame I scribbled, with some Minus the Bear lyrics in different spots/colors, and some random red lines. One of the pictures is also now my desktop. 
The B-room roommate moved in also. It is 4:45 AM on Saturday and not ten minutes ago, we were smoking a Banana Phillies in my room, talking about who we were. He apparently beat my shitty roommate up last year. This year should be quite interesting.
Working the gates at GRC from 4 PM to 8 tomorrow...wearing my brand new REDS! SAWEET.
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The B-room roommate moved in also. It is 4:45 AM on Saturday and not ten minutes ago, we were smoking a Banana Phillies in my room, talking about who we were. He apparently beat my shitty roommate up last year. This year should be quite interesting.
Working the gates at GRC from 4 PM to 8 tomorrow...wearing my brand new REDS! SAWEET.
This message will self-destruct in five...fou--