No one likes a poet.
(we made a margarine vagina)
-I'm moving on the fifteenth!!! There are pictures of the place here.
Things I am excited about regarding the new house:
1. Getting a kitten!
2. Getting a bookshelf.
3. Getting a bed.
-My neighbor is crazy. He listens to horrible music at ridiculous volumes at obnoxious hours. He yells at his roommate. Like, literally screams at her. I half expect to hear him hit her. The words "dude", "tapping", and "poontang" are regular words in his vocabulary. I still haven't seen his face though....sigh.
-The senior studio has a show on Tuesday? I have to figure out how to end my painting quick, man.
Here's how it started:
And here's where I'm at now:
-I have a whole lot of work to do. An essay tonight, garment district, baking cakes/cookies/brownies tomorrow, work work work dance dance dance on friday, paint saturday and write another paper, sunday study for a final, and monday study for another final and write another paper. LORDY!
-This is what Doug would look like if he let his bad boy shine:
-I deleted 1,380 pictures from my iPhoto and I'm only about 1/6 of the way though. Yay for clearing harddrive space, boo for losing precious memories and blurry pictures of the backs of people's heads.
-This was the last remnant of Thanksgiving dinner.
*I have an idea. I wanna make custom calendars and give them away as presents. I found this awesome website with a whole lot of crazy random pictures that I'm real into right now. So if anyone wants one this December, let me know.*