I am sooo lazy.

School is over ( Read more... )

HIGH OF SEVENTY SEVEN DEGREES???

Right now it's 71 and I would be just as happy if it didn't get any warmer. What a perfectly fabulous day for breakfast at Brickway, then Yo La Tengo and the Flaming Lips in the grass.

I'm wearing shorts and a tank top. And flip flops! Oh my!

I am so freaking tired. The LAST thing I want to do is work on my box (which is going horribly). Today I was suppose to finish my box (inside and out), but alas, (as expected, really) I haven't done anything more than a little sanding. I'm totally fucked. No wonder my work ethic at UT was so shitty. This place just is not conducive to working ( Read more... )

My widget says it's suppose to snow on Monday and Tuesday. Could things get any shittier? I hate this place. I want my old life back.

Instant gratification is really fucking me over right now.

Wintersession is kind of fun. I've been throwing a lot of pots and getting throwed. har har har. I've been spending a lot of time with Pablo too. He understands me.

This year, I'm starting off fresh with bad choices.

"I would say that if an artist isn't in love with working on their artwork then they should find something else to do because they should love it the way someone falls in love with a person for the first time, like a true love, that's the way an artist should love working on their artwork, where they would stay up all night without questioning it ( Read more... )

Feeling so motivated and creative all of a sudden. Maybe it's because of a semester at art school or maybe it's because I'm finally back in Texas and my windows are open and it smells and feels so fucking fantastic outside. Things couldn't get any better... Well, they could, if I were in Austin ( Read more... )