meh.
i’m watching… donny brasco.
i’m feeling… meh.
4:40 pm — what a boring. i started school at art institute. four hour classes are death. i’ve ditched so many times the first week, on the notion that, it’s just the first week, i can switch around my schedule so that i never intended to take these classes in the first place. and that’s exactly what i’ve done.
right now my schedule is like this:
tuesday: 12:00 - 4:00 pm (survey of media and animation).
wednesday: 7:30 - 11:30 am (drawing and perspective), 12:00 - 4:00 pm (public speaking aka death).
thursday: 7:30 - 11:30 am (tools and techniques).
friday: 7:30 - 11:30 am (basic computers).
right now my mind is like this:
asdoiajsiodjaiosdjoasjfaosie9h8weu.
i tried to get out of drawing and perspective today because i took a drawing class @ uw where we did a lot of perspective work, and the bitch ass graphic design director told me, “you should take it again. nice try, but you need the work.” haha oh well, it’s true. i fucking hate drawing. there is seriously no type of art that is MORE boring. drawing takes the freaking cake.
yeah i need to figure out how to take the bus, though, cause parking is a fucking waste of money. like $6 a day or some shit. eff that.
ummm nothing else. finished the magazine. express mailed it today. fucking $15 to express mail. it better be done by the 29th. imma bust some caps. there’s nothing to do. X: meh.
i had 11 roommates before, now i have one, sort of. lol. awesome. -__-
fugazi. i’m loozing my miziind. there is about um, nothing good in life right now, on pretty much every level i can think of.
(lenny’s response:)
My heart explodes with sadness.
(anthony’s response:)
Man, you gotta do something about those missing buttons on this site.
Who was Roger? was that the guy you were talking to at the Immigrant? And yea, dont worry, next time, we’ll get you something better… It’ll be good times.
(vivian’s response:)
yes, roger was the guy @ immigrant.