Chronicles

Wednesday, November 16

spectacle

Most of it is done but probably needs some more light or something. Will fix when not so sick of seeing it. Whatever. Too tired now. Cin's hard fucking set up of last year's Hart's costume was a challenge and not too easy on the eyes. Man. I should have carried my own stuff, but didn't have anything remotely interesting.
Let me give you a rundown of yesterday and why I am still recovering.

4:30 a.m.: awake
5:30 a.m.: still awake. tossing and turning, clawing at old mosquito bites. finally fall asleep
7 a.m.: roll out of bed. rain pouring. where the fuck am I going?
9 a.m.: in school alone with myself, 2 canvases, 2 screen print frames, 1 roll paper, 1 art tool box, 1 big bag, 1 big umbrella. (Somehow managed to carry all of these at one time). Thank you daddy for dropping me.
10 a.m.:painting
12 p.m.:still painting. break for lunch.
12:30p.m.:painting
2:30 p.m.: tired painting stopping
3:30:talk to strongysmurf while he duck class
4 p.m.: wait around scribbling Cubist things
4:30 p.m.: drawing class - thank god lecturer absent
6 p.m.:leave looking like crap (when people start to say you look neat you probably do)

Oh not to mention I was up and down the stairs a few million times doing this that and the other, fixing screen etc etc. Bleh!
Came home, ate, took a bath, scanned stuff for Cin, chilled online un poquito.
Sigh.