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I finally got around to taking another family portrait. In the aspect of not having a roommate this semester I wonder if I helped scare of that kid’s parents with Marie standing in the corner in panties and a garter.. I keep forgetting to try and find my skirt when I am at my folk’s. The only class that didn’t assign homework for this weekend was yoga.. I don’t think that I will be having a care free weekend at the Butterfly working on my personal art. Although Cassie did tell me that she was going to be in town this Saturday with one of her new friends from Bozeman. With that coming tomorrow I at least got my room cleaned, next just need to do a few dishes and I will feel like a little bit less of a slob. I think I will round off this week with a glass of absinthe and a film to fall asleep by. Maybe some French comics too. I’ve been downloading some French comics that have emphasis on architecture and actually ended up downloading the random French comic I bought Charlotte...

I found a new mirror for cheap over at the goodwill here. A few scratches of age and character. It seems that the longer that I live on my own the more that I just give up in caring about holidays. I had been debating going over to Seattle for the 4th to see friends, but I wasn’t sure about what else I would do there. Feeling trapped but not sure where to go.

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.

Family photo time. The newest edition, Marie. Miette, who keeps taking my hats and scarfs lately, eh they probably look better on her anyways. Our dog Vincent, always patient though you can tell he’s still a little self-conscious about his missing ear.. And little H16, who I somehow convinced to take off the elephant gas mask she loves so much..

My new roommate. Her name is Marie (for the time being, it could change). I couldn’t wait for the bus because I was feeling rather impatient and instead carried her for about two miles. I thought that the feeling in my arms would come back after an hour or two. No. Still even have some of the slight twitch going on..

Every time I walk past this place at night this mannequin freaks me out. They should never have emotions like this. Only the deranged have emotions like this. I worked more on my painting. Though not so much in the painting aspect and more in the drawing aspect. So many different and confusing layers. I’m liking how it is starting to come out though. Perhaps starting to capture the ordered chaos of the city. Now I just need to add the detail and color to capture the grime. I ran into someone playing the trumpet on the street outside of Barnes and Nobel. He said that I dress nicely, but wondered if I was gay. So from my mum telling me that I don’t know how to dress myself to everyone else telling me that I dress so well that I come off as gay.. I need to start ignoring what my mum tell me. Segway. The man playing the trumpet then asked me that when you do something to better yourself why is it that people don’t seem to acknowledge it. Is it out of jealously? Is it just becau...