this is the part of the semester where rotten tries to play catch-up, frantically parlaying his various modes of disinterest, tardiness, and general lack of motivation into something resembling a decent grade sheet. the stakes are double high this time, as i'm on probation and face getting kicked out of the art school. as we speak, i'm finishing a museum paper for art history that might very well make or break my grade in the class. the saddest part is that it's art history 1, for god's sakes!
on the plus side, i'll have a few hours to myself after my class so i can paint. i'm starting a new series that i hope will raise a few heckles. it has to do with corpses on the battlefield. yummy, eh?
in other news, i sold two paintings yesterday for the whopping total of $50. hey, it's fifty bucks i didn't have before, right?
and, just in case you were wondering, the band kicked mucho ass-o at the art show last weekend. we were in rare form and the general consensus was that we didn't suck. now, if any of you rich folks want to contribute to the Decibel Industry Finally Mixes Their Record Fund, feel free to drop me a line. we need to get this record done, and we're flat fucking busted!
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on the plus side, i'll have a few hours to myself after my class so i can paint. i'm starting a new series that i hope will raise a few heckles. it has to do with corpses on the battlefield. yummy, eh?
in other news, i sold two paintings yesterday for the whopping total of $50. hey, it's fifty bucks i didn't have before, right?
and, just in case you were wondering, the band kicked mucho ass-o at the art show last weekend. we were in rare form and the general consensus was that we didn't suck. now, if any of you rich folks want to contribute to the Decibel Industry Finally Mixes Their Record Fund, feel free to drop me a line. we need to get this record done, and we're flat fucking busted!
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Why did you have to remind me of those days... My last two levels of Art History, I actually drank heavily the night before an exam or paper so as to not feel as bad for not studying as much as I should.
Passed those soul-fucking-draining courses of accredited misery, but at too steep a cost. I want those hours of my life back.