I've started a new journal.

I feel this one is just dead. Well maybe not dead, but I went so long without writing in it.

uhhhhh now i have two journals.

JeyPeg.

My project did not go over well in my class. No one's did really. They were all too "safe." But only because this one girl walked down the street naked ( Read more... )

I'm taking this class in performance art. It's not really a performance art class per say, it's actually time arts. Other time art classes are doing like animations and stuff, but I got stuck with the teacher who is into performance art, which is also time art ( Read more... )

I always thought cool things would happen at an art school. I guess I was waiting for a movement.But there is nothing going on. There are events, but they don't mean anything. It's uninspired no matter how fun they are. I wish I knew what the fuck I was doing ( Read more... )

I have 10 days to find a place to live ( Read more... )

I woke up an hour early to do my 5 drawings for my class. They were shitttty. Or so I thought until I got to class and saw shittier ones ( Read more... )

We have "lunchtime performances" sometimes. It's pretty cool because the players get $20 bucks per person, but most of them are sooooooo lame. Today some guy from Chicago played. He was really good. His style reminded me of whetus, but it was just him and with a political theme. I bought a CD for his song about fucking the presidents daughter ( Read more... )

I feel a little overwhelmed. Overworked.

I hate that, that boy has so much control over my emotional state. I wish we could talk about things. He won't tell me what's wrong, he just clams up tighter than water seal on a ship.

This morning he said he would make me pancakes, but he didn't. :(

I am really feeling like shit right now.

I'm 20 now ( Read more... )

Things are good ( Read more... )