everyone i know already knows about our show tomorrow night, so i guess i don't have to keep that flyer up here when i would really rather just blab.
i've been busy trying to catch up to passing in my screenprinting class, framing my paintings in painting, and palying shows with the band. it's a little hectic and i've been mostly indoors because of the shite weather but what else can you do?
if january brings everything i'm trying to tell myself not to get my hopes up for, then i might just perk up a little. it's not that i'm sad or depressed or anything, just a little alienated. i am easily the oldest person that i know in school and it makes me a little self-conscious:
"hey, how you doing? just thought i should tell you to come see my band play this weekend..."
"is it at a bar? because i'm only 19"
sheesh. they should give a manual on how to cope with getting older. on that note, i heard a marilyn manson song on the classic rock station yeaterday. too bad being older doesn't neccessarily mean being wiser.
one of the few people that i enjoy hanging around here is george. he's my painting professor and we have some intense conversations, mostly with him emphasizing the intense part. where are all the people like him that are my age? they must have all fled to more culturally exciting climes.
in other thoughts, i think that instead of going to chicago, i'm going to look into pittsburgh, pa. i have spent considerable time there and i think it might just be the perfect (re)starting point for me. if my future here only consists of writing sappy, unrequited love songs and trying every year for a show in the local big time gallery, i will definitely need one. this fucking state is both the bane and boon of my life. some of the things i love most about life are due to this god-forsaken dust bowl as are some of the most dreadful. the real question is: will i decide to bulid my summer retreat here?
apologies are in order for this rambling post. i felt like i had some things to get off my chest but once i started typing they all just melted away. it's not as exciting as three-way girl pee or boobs popping out, but there's always room for more meloncholia in the world. perhaps i should just get out more.
eat some turkey and then fall asleep. it helps, i swear.
i've been busy trying to catch up to passing in my screenprinting class, framing my paintings in painting, and palying shows with the band. it's a little hectic and i've been mostly indoors because of the shite weather but what else can you do?
if january brings everything i'm trying to tell myself not to get my hopes up for, then i might just perk up a little. it's not that i'm sad or depressed or anything, just a little alienated. i am easily the oldest person that i know in school and it makes me a little self-conscious:
"hey, how you doing? just thought i should tell you to come see my band play this weekend..."
"is it at a bar? because i'm only 19"
sheesh. they should give a manual on how to cope with getting older. on that note, i heard a marilyn manson song on the classic rock station yeaterday. too bad being older doesn't neccessarily mean being wiser.
one of the few people that i enjoy hanging around here is george. he's my painting professor and we have some intense conversations, mostly with him emphasizing the intense part. where are all the people like him that are my age? they must have all fled to more culturally exciting climes.
in other thoughts, i think that instead of going to chicago, i'm going to look into pittsburgh, pa. i have spent considerable time there and i think it might just be the perfect (re)starting point for me. if my future here only consists of writing sappy, unrequited love songs and trying every year for a show in the local big time gallery, i will definitely need one. this fucking state is both the bane and boon of my life. some of the things i love most about life are due to this god-forsaken dust bowl as are some of the most dreadful. the real question is: will i decide to bulid my summer retreat here?
apologies are in order for this rambling post. i felt like i had some things to get off my chest but once i started typing they all just melted away. it's not as exciting as three-way girl pee or boobs popping out, but there's always room for more meloncholia in the world. perhaps i should just get out more.
eat some turkey and then fall asleep. it helps, i swear.
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You wouldn't happen to be speaking of Mr. Oswald, woould you?
Turns out I am coming to OK for Christmas.