Almost Here
This is a "test patch" for using gouache. It is pulled from the least tasteless of the buildingheads drawings in my sketchbook. The other ones had airplanes stuck in them, like a toy arrow. If I were to put that on the internet, a bunch of nuts out there would accuse me of being tasteless.
Sara has come and gone, like the cool breeze she is. Her visit was worrying me more than I would have thought. You see, I really wanted to hang out and get drunk with her and Marigold, just like all the old, fun times. But I also needed to get a fair amount of work done for my soon to be finished classes. In a miracle of science, I was able to do both. Not only did we see and do just about everything we could have, (Marigold did a smash up job portraying it here) but I was also able to use the weekend as it was designed -- to catch up on overdue projects. Now, my research paper (which steams like hot shit, it's so good) and personal journals are officially scratched off the to-do list. I have one more project for each of my two Illustration classes to complete, but I laugh in the face of such petty tasks. Ha!
I can hardly believe that I will get almost five weeks to sit on my ass, if I so chose. Although, I'm sure that there will be plenty of that going on, I really would like to get some personal projects started and finished. You know how I am without deadlines though. You also know how I am with Christmas shopping. Let's not talk about Christmas shopping.
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I had much fun this weekend, although I feel I may have disappointed you in not getting you totally stinkin' drunk and getting you laid, just like the old, fun times. I liked Scrabble, though, and I liked seeing your hot shit up close and personal- like. Maybe we can get you drunk and laid over Christmas.
Speaking of, whadja get me?
Posted by Sara
Reading this post makes my stomach turn. Have I mentioned how much I hated school? Everyone tells me that I will get over my school/classes/papers/deadlines phobia and I'll want to go back but this has not happened yet. The words "personal journals" makes me want to vomit.
Posted by hot stuff murphy
Yeah that is the part of "going back to school" that bites. I think about it sometimes, to maybe try a new discipline like Special Ed for Dummies or something, but then i forget how you have angst about upcoming finals and "personal journals" that you get behind in for months and have to stay up all night doing the day before they're due. Phuck Dat Noiz, dude.
Posted by Justin
Actually, I wasn't too far behind with my journal for Art History. My job (sitting on my ass three days a week for five hours) allows me the time and structure for that. I only had to back date about four entries.
But I do worry overly about whether or not the teacher likes me and my work. I like to come off like I don't give a shit about grades, but really they govern if I'm happy or not.
Posted by Steve
Oh, Sara, I am looking forward to getting drunk and laid over Christmas. (Is that like being laid over hot coals?)
I got you some hot shit for Christmas. Don't stomp on it!
Posted by Steve
Thank you for posting a clickable bigger picture. Presently, my "right click", "save" and "print" recreation is selling for $5 on eBay. :)
Posted by Jeanette