Two more weeks to graduation. Stress is closing in on everyone, myself included. So, some guy in my class ripped down one of my abstracts I had silk-screened and tore it up. Not in front of me, he had stayed way after class. I came in this morning and it was in a little stack of pieces on my desk with the word "ugly" written on it.
When I asked him about it, he claimed some drifter came into the class and tore it off the door. Seriously. And, you know how you know when someone's lying? When they talk too much. It's like trying to hide being drunk. So, while he hadn't said ten words to me the two years we'd been there, all of a sudden he was my best pal, telling me stories, cracking jokes.
Ah well. I'm just not as pissed as I should be. I can't prove anything in a court of law... and I should just bust him in the mouth or make some of his work disappear. But there's only a couple weeks left and then I don't have to worry about him ever again. That's the theory, anyway. So instead, I bitch about it on a website. Welcome to the modern era.
Japanese school girl posse upped one last week, as I met a Miho. Yep, just like Frank Miller's assassin in Sin City. Met another girl, too, but it always takes me a couple times to learn their names.
Sigh. Is it worse knowing eight or so cute girls you can't date because they're either too young or attached; or not knowing any at all?
X-Men 3, horrible. If we stop seeing these wrecks on opening weekend and stop buying the DVDs, maybe they'll go away?
When I asked him about it, he claimed some drifter came into the class and tore it off the door. Seriously. And, you know how you know when someone's lying? When they talk too much. It's like trying to hide being drunk. So, while he hadn't said ten words to me the two years we'd been there, all of a sudden he was my best pal, telling me stories, cracking jokes.
Ah well. I'm just not as pissed as I should be. I can't prove anything in a court of law... and I should just bust him in the mouth or make some of his work disappear. But there's only a couple weeks left and then I don't have to worry about him ever again. That's the theory, anyway. So instead, I bitch about it on a website. Welcome to the modern era.
Japanese school girl posse upped one last week, as I met a Miho. Yep, just like Frank Miller's assassin in Sin City. Met another girl, too, but it always takes me a couple times to learn their names.
Sigh. Is it worse knowing eight or so cute girls you can't date because they're either too young or attached; or not knowing any at all?
X-Men 3, horrible. If we stop seeing these wrecks on opening weekend and stop buying the DVDs, maybe they'll go away?
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I really think you could return the compliment, but I'm going out on a limb here and assuming his work hardly garners the same response as yours.
I was gonna edit my previous comment to replace with: "That is SO Art School Confidential" but decided it too gauche. Or maybe I just forgot.