Here we be, on this lovely internet sea.
It is 1:15 AM. I have no reason to be up this late. I did my homework earlier in the afternoon. It's bamboo. If I learned anything from last semester, it would be time management. I've never had such time restrictions on art assignments, and I fucked up whole lot. My goal this time around is to do much better on my homework projects.
I wish we could listen to different music. Matisyahu and Metallica is definitely not something I want to listen to while drawing. Maybe some Charlie Feathers or Wanda Jackson. Or, I wish an iPod would suddenly appear in my life, just for me. My first generation one sadly passed away this summer over the 4th of July week. There might have been beer involved.
Charcoal and I are in a tumultuous relationship.
Speaking of relationships, I had a realization. Every single (pun) person I know in Memphis has a significant other. Even the creepy gas station guy has a baby momma. Not that I want to be a baby momma or anything, but come on. I'm starting to fret.
Would it be weird if I brought a pillow to class to sit on so my butt doesn't go numb?
Yeah. I think so.
As long as it's not a huge-ass body pillow or something, I don't care. Plus, people often use the throw pillows on the couch in the corner for that very purpose.
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