i hate being so damned beautiful
so i dropped my only non-art related class today, i couldn't deal with the environment of the class. there are like 50 students but the room only seats 30, and it's so hectic, people are always talking and blah blah, i feeeel better that i'm out of it. i have a lot of other things on my mind anyways, so i think i can go forth and move onwards and the such.
apparently, as a whole, our generation works better when we are multi-tasking, or rather, this is what statistics have been saying. i believe it's true, i take better notes when im doodling or tapping out a lil drum beat softly on my thigh with my hand. i guess my art history professor does not know this about young people, cuz she always thinks im not paying attention and calls on me to answer her questions. well, i suppose it has only happened twice, but being that we have only had two classes, i figure i am going to be a regular answererer. i guess i have one of those faces, right? well, the point i am trying to make is that i answered both of her questions accurately, granted she cut me off mid sentence both times, i hope i didn't lose 'art points' with the indie hipsters in there because my answers were curt and lacking excessive use of adjectives.
the pop punk band, same day service, started writing a song about me, so far it's called 'wisely if sincerely'. it's supposed to have a bunch of quotes of things i regularly say and talks about my yellow/brown striped shirt and how none of my grandparents are of the same racial background. they play warped tour so hopefully kids around the country will be singing about me. we went to the vista for bingo and so Sammy could interview them for boyd street mag and i just hung out with a bunch of 25-30 year olds that i kinda know through partying and the art school. they are cool, and nobody heckled me about being the young'n which i expected, but no, just goofy nicknames. my fave was 'Zachteroon', granted it was highly racist, but i had zinged that guy moments before. i never won bingo, never came close, but im sure next time i will win, yeah that's right.
man, jock itch was the worse physical ailment i have ever had...not literally but i'd rather get stabbed again (non-fatally) than have to endure ol' j.i. but now i can ride my bike again comfortably, makes me smile.
i hope you's guys saw my comic on monday, i think it was pretty decent, i had to redraw a small portion of it to fit the proportions they needed. bossman was all 'hey, just go and fix it and come back and we'll put it in' buts, i's was all 'shit, just gimme a table, i gots the eraser, and you knows, i mean you knows i gots the pencil' so i fixed 'er up. i got stopped at the library (the bar) by this guy who recognized me from high school who liked it, and at the vista some people were talking about it before they knew it was me that did it, it was a 'oh, that's your last name?' deal. actually, Sherms talked shit on it after he and i had a few brews on monday, so you can't win them all.
i met this swedish exchange student but i forgot his name and i'm sure he doesn't recall mine, but we have this undeniable, international bond. i think we're actually brothers, my father stayed in sweden for a while with a few waitresses he would meet in towns, and this guy has my pop's nose...anyhow, we get along real well, i hope we go to more bars and eat more pizzas and yell about more 'american iconography', he loves it.
i pretty much have only eaten pizza for the last half week, and all of which was free thanks to 'howdy week' providing free food for students, friends from hideway dropping a pie off and swedes who dish over money. needless to say, im getting fat, like really fucking huge, have you seen me lately? i don't wear pants anymore, i just tie an ol flour sack around my midsection and let bygones be bygones or somethin' cliche.
i started wearing glasses so i could siesta anywhere, anytime, yet i have been wearing my damned contacts and having to either go through the motion of cleaning and storing and the whole routine or just bypassing that and waking up with slightly dry eyes. i hope you guys appreciate that which is 'the nap', it can be a truly marvelous splendor if used correctly. now, i do want a napping partner, and i do have this particular lil number in mind, i think i just hafta clean my room up, or just go to her place and raid her roommate's hippie snacks.
they remodeled the front lobby area at the art school and it's really comfy but it looks all faux-vintage. those lame ass viscom punks took over the couch area, but Paul and i were having a mock-business meeting at one of the two dining room tables they decided to place in there. well, maybe i can get a good siesta in there, but i'll pretend i didn't like it, that's all. Sam also bought a new drawer that he put in our second living room, so now there is something for you to lean on in there.
i drank an orange mocha coffee the other day. that was kinda weird, but probably not worthy or interesting enough to mention in the ol lj account. i also drank a jaeger and redbull combo, same story, just alcoholic so that kinda makes it edgy minus the fact that im 'of-age' now. okay, im sorry, i'll just go...
apparently, as a whole, our generation works better when we are multi-tasking, or rather, this is what statistics have been saying. i believe it's true, i take better notes when im doodling or tapping out a lil drum beat softly on my thigh with my hand. i guess my art history professor does not know this about young people, cuz she always thinks im not paying attention and calls on me to answer her questions. well, i suppose it has only happened twice, but being that we have only had two classes, i figure i am going to be a regular answererer. i guess i have one of those faces, right? well, the point i am trying to make is that i answered both of her questions accurately, granted she cut me off mid sentence both times, i hope i didn't lose 'art points' with the indie hipsters in there because my answers were curt and lacking excessive use of adjectives.
the pop punk band, same day service, started writing a song about me, so far it's called 'wisely if sincerely'. it's supposed to have a bunch of quotes of things i regularly say and talks about my yellow/brown striped shirt and how none of my grandparents are of the same racial background. they play warped tour so hopefully kids around the country will be singing about me. we went to the vista for bingo and so Sammy could interview them for boyd street mag and i just hung out with a bunch of 25-30 year olds that i kinda know through partying and the art school. they are cool, and nobody heckled me about being the young'n which i expected, but no, just goofy nicknames. my fave was 'Zachteroon', granted it was highly racist, but i had zinged that guy moments before. i never won bingo, never came close, but im sure next time i will win, yeah that's right.
man, jock itch was the worse physical ailment i have ever had...not literally but i'd rather get stabbed again (non-fatally) than have to endure ol' j.i. but now i can ride my bike again comfortably, makes me smile.
i hope you's guys saw my comic on monday, i think it was pretty decent, i had to redraw a small portion of it to fit the proportions they needed. bossman was all 'hey, just go and fix it and come back and we'll put it in' buts, i's was all 'shit, just gimme a table, i gots the eraser, and you knows, i mean you knows i gots the pencil' so i fixed 'er up. i got stopped at the library (the bar) by this guy who recognized me from high school who liked it, and at the vista some people were talking about it before they knew it was me that did it, it was a 'oh, that's your last name?' deal. actually, Sherms talked shit on it after he and i had a few brews on monday, so you can't win them all.
i met this swedish exchange student but i forgot his name and i'm sure he doesn't recall mine, but we have this undeniable, international bond. i think we're actually brothers, my father stayed in sweden for a while with a few waitresses he would meet in towns, and this guy has my pop's nose...anyhow, we get along real well, i hope we go to more bars and eat more pizzas and yell about more 'american iconography', he loves it.
i pretty much have only eaten pizza for the last half week, and all of which was free thanks to 'howdy week' providing free food for students, friends from hideway dropping a pie off and swedes who dish over money. needless to say, im getting fat, like really fucking huge, have you seen me lately? i don't wear pants anymore, i just tie an ol flour sack around my midsection and let bygones be bygones or somethin' cliche.
i started wearing glasses so i could siesta anywhere, anytime, yet i have been wearing my damned contacts and having to either go through the motion of cleaning and storing and the whole routine or just bypassing that and waking up with slightly dry eyes. i hope you guys appreciate that which is 'the nap', it can be a truly marvelous splendor if used correctly. now, i do want a napping partner, and i do have this particular lil number in mind, i think i just hafta clean my room up, or just go to her place and raid her roommate's hippie snacks.
they remodeled the front lobby area at the art school and it's really comfy but it looks all faux-vintage. those lame ass viscom punks took over the couch area, but Paul and i were having a mock-business meeting at one of the two dining room tables they decided to place in there. well, maybe i can get a good siesta in there, but i'll pretend i didn't like it, that's all. Sam also bought a new drawer that he put in our second living room, so now there is something for you to lean on in there.
i drank an orange mocha coffee the other day. that was kinda weird, but probably not worthy or interesting enough to mention in the ol lj account. i also drank a jaeger and redbull combo, same story, just alcoholic so that kinda makes it edgy minus the fact that im 'of-age' now. okay, im sorry, i'll just go...