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and so marks the end of working on my personal artwork while I finish out this semester… I just put these last two works in a juried show at university and I should find out Monday if they make the cut. I am feeling a bit nervous because I worked the process of getting everyone’s piece processed for the show and it seems that the quality and style of work is all over the place, so I am not sure how my work will be received. Definitely not the selection from the last juried show I was in in Billings..

It seems that I keep taking more and more photos of me messing around with my accordion while in my living room. Now if only I would actually work on practicing my accordion at the same time instead of getting distracted with making beautiful somber noises. This time I did it for a reference for my steamroller print for the upcoming Day of the Dead (which I should have gone to work on today, but instead stayed home and worked on architecture and study abroad instead… These next two days are /really/ going to suck for me). It seems be be coming along nicely and I will probably just need to spend a few more hours and get a hold of the drill that I have heard about to finish it up. Sometimes I think that I romanticize the bohemian era too much, as I take sips of a mixed absinthe drink from the flask in my vest pocket. On a lighter note.. Halloween costumes and how I have yet to really think about that at all. With the mustache back, perhaps Dali? Time to fall asleep as I att...

The new roommate finally showed up yesterday. Moving in with his parents. Rather quick and brief without much of a time to talk. He then went out to dinner with his folks and after dinner came by to grab his tooth brush and tooth paste. It appeared as though he was going to stay with his folks for the night at what I would assume was their hotel room. A bird leaving the nest for the first time. A random bout of insomnia hit this morning as I was laying in bed, first hard to fall to sleep, and then once asleep I woke up three hours later without the ability to fall back to sleep. Mind going places it hasn’t gone in months, but as well as nowhere. Blank but awake. Needless to say I did my laundry so I can have a nice white shirt to wear for the first day of class. None of the grey stains on the collar and cuffs. Even did some ironing. Gonna look fuckin’ class for class. It seems that every time that I don’t get my needed sleep for the night I get this odd empty feeling in my st...

Slowly but surely I am turning my apartment into a French bordello. I bought some really cheap green latex house paint to paint some stripes down the newspaper, but Stephanie made me remember that newspaper isn’t very thick and it would probably end up getting onto the wall behind. I’m already covering the walls in little holes that I am going to have to plaster up, I don’t think that housing will like me too much if I then put some green paint onto the walls. But really, fuck these white boring walls. It’s becoming easier and easier to start working on art in the living room now. Nothing like nesting.

I don’t like flash very much, but I think that if I develop this as a lithograph that it will help counteract. I think that I will compile some of my already compiled pictures of accordions and bohemian kids for developing. Perhaps Cassandra on the porch can be put into a Nat Sherman fag box as an old pocket photo box. Meh, I really just need to get this done and over with and stop trying to over think the assignment.