no, fuck YOU synthetic cubism!

I will pay someone fifty bajillion dollars to take this art history test I have tomorrow.
That's a lot of biscuits.


Also, Craigslist personals are both scary and entertaining.

p.s. whoever made me the CDs ("Booty Beats" was enjoyed by all during sculpture yesterday) thank you and PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF. Even though I have an idea.

even though I can't make rent or pay my bills....

I just spent $72 on fabric, but that's supposed to be okay since it's for "art". That's what we artists do, right? Spend money on materials in lieu of responsible things.

Crapsticks, I hate this. I hate being broke all the time, having to ask my parents for money. I keep talking about donating plasma, but I'm such a pansy about it. Not the pain, or the needle, but the feeling of the blood coming out. I hate that.

And the bus system in this town sucks. So finding a job is proving very difficult.

BUT, on the bright side, I just got nominated for an Art & Design scholarship...by a prof I didn't think would nominate me (since they can only choose two). And this is the same one that I got last year, so....fingers crossed.

And that, my friends, is how you justify $72 on fabric.
Now to find money so that I can make prints for Art In The Park.

Off to have one drink in the memory of Mr. Kurt Vonnegut, Jr...

ohhhhh for fucks sake....

It's 11:25 and I'm pretty effing toasty. Is this what old age is like?