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the weather is a'changin'. exactly a week ago, i's walkin' along in a tee, sweatin' like some dog'n'i even got meself a bit'o'a tan. nows, i walk on out'n'get slammed in me ol' face (by cold breezes, yo).
the dude sittin' to muh right musta bathed in aftershave.
the dude sittin' to muh left is scopin' out myspace, probably myspace babes. oh, and he'sa muh roommate.
(i'm at the computer lab).
i finished my first run of 'crowds' editions. but i gots a betta idea now. well, i already had a diff'rent idea for a woodblock version of 'crowds', but i gots me a betta screenprint idea. or so i believe.
went to a kickin' dance party last weekend at zee ol' townhouse. it was a '50s sockhop/early halloween party. a'body, well anybody who was anybody, so almost a'body in town was there. i stepped'a in, and this dude hands me a pint'o'hot damn. coulda finished it, but i'ma grateful recipient and justa passed the bottle on. it was so hot in there, even hotter when you have the hottest girlfriend, and it made outside that much colder, even colder when you leave yo' jacket in someone's car that left.
i lend too many tidbit thangs to people at the art skool. i needs to conjure up a list o'folk that owe me transparencies, cartons, brushes, etc. good folk, likes Paul'n'Joe, they return stuff promptly, go ahead, yeah, go aheand'n'trust those bros. but others, watch out.
finally, i mean fino-fucking-ly, took my bike into the shop to get'er done, ahem, fixed. no mo' scuffed up orange grip even, i replaced it wit' some white grip (no orange grip available :-( sad face) they's say wednesday, but we'll see, oh we'll see.
there's some creepy guy massaging a girl, assumedly his girlfriend, whilst she types. weirdos. OOPS! i made eye contant!
hung out with M.Allen last night, i think i love him. really. it is gonna suck when he moves away this summa. i think i'ma move into his house though, once he'n'Benny are gone, that is, i mean that is, i say, if BeRad does transfer here. that would be a cozy lil abode fer the two of us. mhmm.
afta class today, i went with Paul to go mail bills and a letter to his father (i didna write to his pops, why you insinuatin' somethin'?) and we ran into this dude who usta be an art major and i forgot his name but i know it is the same name as some professional bmx rider. then this guy and i had coffee and cigs and cookies whilst we waxed education. yeah, you'sa loved this story a lot.
got into this argument with this broad today 'bout degrees. durin' my clincher statement though, we made amends, it was weird. she's still wrong though. yeah, it was also weird, she has a real similiar diverse racial heritage like me, but whereas i identify more with my black identity, she does so with her latina heritage, but then a buncha crackas still call us crackas too. look at page fifteen o' my latest sketchbook (and i quote) "i'm not white, bitch." sorry, that page cracks me up.
i did some push ups and sit ups today, it sucked. i couldn't wake up, it was the only way! i's walkin'round in a haze, so i broke down and worked out. and dammit, i enjoyed it, it is gonna be hard to not work out if it feels so good.
we smoked this weed that a non-weed smokin' friend stole from their pops last night, it was by far the best weed i have had since Fobreezy moved.
it was feelin' great in here 'til the lab monitor pumped up some AC. right in muh face!
ah man, that weird guy that usta live with Benny and Reeve justa came in. damn.
gettin' advised in a couple days, gotta start figurin' out whats i want, there is this intercession class that focuses on jobs that directly correlate with a BFA'n'that sounds interestin', real interestin' actually. so far i want a screen printin' class, some obscure art history, a class about the African Diaspora, then either a paintin' or an etchin' class. then itsa ups fer grabs, maybe capstone so i can gets it outta the way.
man, the bossman is gettin' frantic 'bout the 'toons, man. he'sa callin' me like twice a week. i do muh work, quit hecklin' yo. for a major league pothead, he'sa actin' all crazy.
OH, THIS JUST IN: i think i may print a shirt tomorry, well, shit, if i print one, what'sa the point, right? i mean, am i right? yeah, maybe a couple shirts then. righto.
sinus congestion is a ma'fucka, man. fuckin' AC in muh face. fuck that, man, i mean fuck that shit all sorts'o'ways, man.
whoa, i just realized i haven't listened to music all day. that feels really off. likewise, i am off, cuz i wants me some jams, and i don't want this AC shit all up in muh grill no mo'. peace.
the dude sittin' to muh right musta bathed in aftershave.
the dude sittin' to muh left is scopin' out myspace, probably myspace babes. oh, and he'sa muh roommate.
(i'm at the computer lab).
i finished my first run of 'crowds' editions. but i gots a betta idea now. well, i already had a diff'rent idea for a woodblock version of 'crowds', but i gots me a betta screenprint idea. or so i believe.
went to a kickin' dance party last weekend at zee ol' townhouse. it was a '50s sockhop/early halloween party. a'body, well anybody who was anybody, so almost a'body in town was there. i stepped'a in, and this dude hands me a pint'o'hot damn. coulda finished it, but i'ma grateful recipient and justa passed the bottle on. it was so hot in there, even hotter when you have the hottest girlfriend, and it made outside that much colder, even colder when you leave yo' jacket in someone's car that left.
i lend too many tidbit thangs to people at the art skool. i needs to conjure up a list o'folk that owe me transparencies, cartons, brushes, etc. good folk, likes Paul'n'Joe, they return stuff promptly, go ahead, yeah, go aheand'n'trust those bros. but others, watch out.
finally, i mean fino-fucking-ly, took my bike into the shop to get'er done, ahem, fixed. no mo' scuffed up orange grip even, i replaced it wit' some white grip (no orange grip available :-( sad face) they's say wednesday, but we'll see, oh we'll see.
there's some creepy guy massaging a girl, assumedly his girlfriend, whilst she types. weirdos. OOPS! i made eye contant!
hung out with M.Allen last night, i think i love him. really. it is gonna suck when he moves away this summa. i think i'ma move into his house though, once he'n'Benny are gone, that is, i mean that is, i say, if BeRad does transfer here. that would be a cozy lil abode fer the two of us. mhmm.
afta class today, i went with Paul to go mail bills and a letter to his father (i didna write to his pops, why you insinuatin' somethin'?) and we ran into this dude who usta be an art major and i forgot his name but i know it is the same name as some professional bmx rider. then this guy and i had coffee and cigs and cookies whilst we waxed education. yeah, you'sa loved this story a lot.
got into this argument with this broad today 'bout degrees. durin' my clincher statement though, we made amends, it was weird. she's still wrong though. yeah, it was also weird, she has a real similiar diverse racial heritage like me, but whereas i identify more with my black identity, she does so with her latina heritage, but then a buncha crackas still call us crackas too. look at page fifteen o' my latest sketchbook (and i quote) "i'm not white, bitch." sorry, that page cracks me up.
i did some push ups and sit ups today, it sucked. i couldn't wake up, it was the only way! i's walkin'round in a haze, so i broke down and worked out. and dammit, i enjoyed it, it is gonna be hard to not work out if it feels so good.
we smoked this weed that a non-weed smokin' friend stole from their pops last night, it was by far the best weed i have had since Fobreezy moved.
it was feelin' great in here 'til the lab monitor pumped up some AC. right in muh face!
ah man, that weird guy that usta live with Benny and Reeve justa came in. damn.
gettin' advised in a couple days, gotta start figurin' out whats i want, there is this intercession class that focuses on jobs that directly correlate with a BFA'n'that sounds interestin', real interestin' actually. so far i want a screen printin' class, some obscure art history, a class about the African Diaspora, then either a paintin' or an etchin' class. then itsa ups fer grabs, maybe capstone so i can gets it outta the way.
man, the bossman is gettin' frantic 'bout the 'toons, man. he'sa callin' me like twice a week. i do muh work, quit hecklin' yo. for a major league pothead, he'sa actin' all crazy.
OH, THIS JUST IN: i think i may print a shirt tomorry, well, shit, if i print one, what'sa the point, right? i mean, am i right? yeah, maybe a couple shirts then. righto.
sinus congestion is a ma'fucka, man. fuckin' AC in muh face. fuck that, man, i mean fuck that shit all sorts'o'ways, man.
whoa, i just realized i haven't listened to music all day. that feels really off. likewise, i am off, cuz i wants me some jams, and i don't want this AC shit all up in muh grill no mo'. peace.