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After spending all night and all morning carving I finally finished my print for my new printing class. Not the best, but I have found out that if your tools aren’t of the best quality it makes things very difficult. Although I got to wake up to the sound of rain this morning which is my absolute favorite time to work on artwork. If only I had a small art room with vines and/or branches of trees covering the windows and a hardwood floor to kiss the balls of my feet. Sadly all I have is nasty cheap carpet and a view of the parking lot at parking lot level.

The assignment was to use three different materials to create the print that will then be interchanged with other students. Although I now have a new assignment for this weekend which is going to be clean the apartment, namely my room. The aspect of having a new roommate was at least making it so that I would try my best to keep things tidy (sans my desk because it is hidden due to angles of the apartment) but since I have found out that it looks like I am going to be along this semester I have started slacking again.

Things to still learn; two pots of tea do not equal a real meal.

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