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I love your hair, dear.

This is me making my 'mark' in your journal for possibly the last time. Oh, a sad day, indeed. Just remember you never sent me cookies, missy. That certainly put a dent in my pea-sized heart. No worries though, I'll survive, 'cause AA has free cookies and coffee.

Before I scamper back to the mental ward, I bid you farewell and a Merry Christamas..

Did you ever write your paper? I'm relieved I don't have to worry about writing papers and paintings right now on top of everything else.

Post a picture of your tattoo if you can. Please?

I've always wanted to go to Canada and have even considered moving there. I don't think that will happen, though.

Ah well

I want to steal Miss Madigan.

Guys are overrated.

It's unfortunate. Very fucking unfortunate.

i find that we can never actually get the exact representation of what we want out of our heads and properly into a physical medium. however, i suspect that even if we did manage to crack open our skulls and extract from the gooey confines the exact thing we wanted to show the world, people still wouldn't really see it, and we would find that its exposure to the world outside our heads would have changed it.

Anal asshole might be a little redundant butt whatever.

Next time just bring a hammer and nails in class and secure the canvas that way. I'm sure your profassor wouldn't mind one bit *cackles*

Go for the lesbian painting. Yeah. Or paint yourself as a haystack in different times of day. Yeah!

I went to California State Summer School For the Arts (in essence, CSSSA) my junior year in highschool and paying for laundry sucks ass.

Still waiting for the fall to arrive. Sigh.

i miss upstate NY, but avoid my relatives. they're lurking around there somewhere. fall is quite nice, but as i have no artistic talent in any visual medium i settle for painting the world i see with words. it must be nice to paint the pictures in your head in a form that people can see as all your own. i am forced to hope that my reader has some form of imagination and hope i can steer towards my way of perceiving things.

i miss free laundry.

i am currently reading the most wonderful collection of short stories entitled "Shadows Over Baker Street"... its sort of a who'e who of modern short story writers trying their hands at Doyle's Great Detective if he had to deal with H.P. Lovecraft's world... fucking brilliant.

i too am eagerly awaiting my copy of Diary... ordered it from my favorite local (i.e. - small, struggling, very cool place that tends to run behind releases sometime) book store in Buffalo. as i am now in Columbus, i suddenly find myself eagerly awaiting their forwarding it to me from there. hope to see it soon... Chuckles is such an excellent author.

anticipation only makes things better, don't give in and wait for your copy...

So, yeah.

Where are my cookies?

Ah, portfolios. Scary business. What field are you in, as in painting, graphics, illustration, sculpture, etc.?

Yay Chuck Palahniuk! I'm reading Invisible Monsters right now. I am so glad you have an account! Now I can post links to hot chicks on my LJ, and only you & I can see them. hahahaha. *laughs evily*

everyone always takes the easy way out... getting them to turn the heat up in the dorms... feh, wait till your feet want more and more and you wake up to find yourself a slave to your own bodily extensions.

you've been warned.

to be honest i'm not actually from Columbus. in fact, i've lived here two weeks today. just transferred in to the mildly neurotic domain of OSU this year. originally i am from the vilest place on earth: Buffalo.

anyway, i have to go assist the filthy room mates in the coontinued operations of life here (i.e. drinking and chasing women... what i wouldn't give for someone who can hold a conversation on... well anything), so have yourself a wonderful stay in the lovely realms of SG.

toodles...