t-minus 10 days until this shit year is over.

my car is currently dead.

on the way home from matt's yesterday it decided to stop wanting to accelerate.
so i pushed down on the gas and the speedometer went from 55 to 0 to 55.
then when i pulled into my neighborhood, i went to park and threw it in reverse,
and like, all the power went out. coooooool.


i have always hated depended on people for rides.
and i'm so out of the way for the most part.
sooo, i will be busy hiding out until i 1) get this fixed or 2) get another piece of shit car bc i am broke and can't afford anything else.

also, our presents that we sent to arizona are currently m.i.a.


FUCK 2008. please hurry up and end.

trying to make light of this...

but, oh shit, i may have fucked myself this semester. hah.
i just talked to my teacher and he said i've technically missed more days than is allowed,
and i should've e-mailed him.

i said i've been sick most of the semester and have no insurance.
partially true, i'll tell you. because i have been sick-ish the entire fucking semester.
i've just learned to cope with a constant sore throat and coughing.

but seriously, i'm not going to drive 30-40 minutes a fucking day,
to sit in a room for about 45 minutes. that is a waste of my time and gas.

i don't get why mica is so into attendance. really, what matters,
is the final outcome. sooooo, GF mica, i'm out after todayyyyy :)

senior thesis final crit

so, i got heavily criticized for my mattes.
which is expected. i hate mattes. i'm terrible at cutting them.
they always look ugly. whatever.
i wanted to dry mount, but at the last group crit, it was suggested i matte.

i was also told my statement kind of contradicted my work.
but i'm fine with that, because i totally bullshitted my statement.

so, here is the final images. 10 total.
my critique was done by my two teachers,
and by a woman, Debra Klomp Ching,
who is a gallery director in Brooklyn.
she told me that the 3rd image down
was the most stunning image she had seen all day.

needless to say, that made my day.
it gives me a lot of hope that i might actually get to show in a gallery one day.

tonight is about the following :

- plagueland's first show (stupid ass name, good ass dudes)
- BRICK.
- drinking so much i can't walk.
- taxlo for dancing after the show.






DANCE MAH PAIN AWAY,
I GOT PROBLEMZZZZ

the things i do for art.

oh well. it gave me the best crit of my life.


i accidentally uploaded a picture of my boobs onto flickr.
i realized it almost immediately but already had 2 comments on it.
my boobs may be small, but they have been complimented so many times today.
win.

look at my father circa 20 years ago...

he looks like he listens to hardcore, with the exception of his sweater of course.

this is being cross-posted everywhere. i love my dad.

i feel like i'm 15.

apparently, as you get older, dudes are still hard as shit to read.

or possibly, i'm just an asshole? idk.


i'm fucking bummed.
i need to shoot two portraits by 2pm, shower, be at hildas by 3. work til 7. print my final for tomorrow.

probably not getting to see fireworks, polar bear club, and brick.
fuck everything.

people love to fuck with happiness

it's ridiculous that matt and i are getting the interrogations that we're getting.
i don't see why it's that big of a deal to anyone.

i mean, i couldn't care less and i will continue to be happy.
but the fact that some of my "friends" are trying to ruin it for me is shitty.


i like him and i'm not letting myself or anyone else fuck it up.

i love elvis

seriously, that does not look comfortable.


life is cool.
let's all hang out this weekend.
i know it's only wednesday,
but it feels like it's almost the weekend.